Office Slave

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CHAPTER 1

"Come in, Ellen,” Jack Sawyer said, working to keep his voice even. “Did you have a nice vacation?” He stood in front of his pool-table-sized walnut desk, a manila folder tucked under one arm. Ellen Sanchez, Sawyer Metalworking's attractive, dark-haired financial officer entered her boss's spacious office smiling. “Oh, yes, Jack. The beaches are wonderful in the Bahamas. It was very relaxing.” She paused, noticing Jack did not return her smile, then asked tentatively, “Did everything go all right here while I was gone?" "Sort of,” he said vaguely. “There's something we need to discuss. Here, have a seat.” He indicated the chair across from him. She eased down onto it, folding her skirt primly in front of her. Jack glanced at the figure of his employee and admired it anew. Ellen was a beautiful Latino, a rich combination of Incan and Mexican ancestry. Her smooth high cheekbones gave her face a sharper, more exotic look, offset by a cascade of dark hair. She kept herself in good shape, he noticed, which was surprising from someone who made a living sitting at a desk, poring over figures. "How's Bill?” Jack asked suddenly. “He find a job yet?" She glanced up, suspicion in her eyes. “Um ... No, not yet. He's in a specialized field, you know...” Her voice trailed off. Her eyes darted away, as if she wanted to escape. Jack sat down across from her, putting the folder deliberately on his lap. “How long has he been out of work, this time?” he pressed, emphasizing the last two words. He knew Bill had been fired from his last two jobs. Ellen stared at him for a minute, as if she couldn't believe his impertinence. When it was clear he really wanted to know, she licked her puffy red lips and said, “Oh, let's see ... About a year now, I guess." "Must be hard to make ends meet." Her eyes fluttered and she grew pale. “Oh, not really, we're pretty thrifty, so—" Jack interrupted her, his voice taking on a harder edge. “It's surprising that someone whose husband hasn't been able to hold a steady job is able to drive a Mercedes and take vacations in the Bahamas." The remaining blood drained from her face. “It's a very old Mercedes,” she said softly, as if that excused her. She stared at the folder in his lap. The silence stretched on for several seconds before Jack explained his rude behavior. “While you were gone, I had the books audited." Ellen's mouth dropped open. “But, but—there was no need—" "No need! Sawyer Metalworking's profits have been eroding for years, yet we have plenty of business! I asked you to explain that and you gave me nonsense about higher taxes and greater costs of materials.” He picked up the folder and tapped it on his leg. “But not once did you tell me that you've been stealing from me!" "No!” Her denial was automatic. Jack opened the folder and handed her some sheets of paper. “Don't bother denying it. Here are the dummy companies you set up, copies of some of the checks you wrote to them for ‘services rendered,’ and, finally, a copy of a check to an ‘Alice Edwards’ that you cashed at First Federal Bank. That's your handwriting, is it not?" Her cheeks flushed with color. “No! No, you're wrong! I don't know who this ‘Alice Edwards’ is, but it isn't me!" Without a word, Jack slid another item from the folder—a five-by-seven photograph of Ellen, walking out the door from First Federal Bank, dressed casually in shorts and a teeshirt. It was unmistakably her. "The teller ID'd you from a photo. Please have the decency not to continue your lies." Ellen reeled and nearly fell off her chair. She grabbed the edge and steadied herself. Jack observed her carefully built wall of denial crumble. She burst into tears. “God, Jack, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do it—I was just so desperate! We were about to lose the house. I only intended to borrow it!" Her mood suddenly darkened. “That goddamned Bill! I told him to work harder at getting along with people!” Her mood shifted again, back to contrition. “I'm so sorry. I'll pay you back, I promise!" With that, Jack took out the remaining item from the folder. A single sheet of paper. “This has been going on for more than three years now. Right under my nose. By a woman I trusted. My own CFO.” Each word hammered at her. “You'll see by this document, you've embezzled a total of two hundred, forty seven thousand dollars from me." She held the paper in shaking hands. “T-that much?" "That's equivalent to five workers on the factory floor. As you know, we only have about two dozen workers there, covering two shifts. Would you like to go down with me and pick out five of them that I'll have to lay off, thanks to you?" "No! You can't!” She buried her face into her hands. “Please don't." Jack waited for a few minutes while she cried. He felt cold. Angry. And to think he used to fantasize about her! Now he only wanted revenge for her betrayal. When her crying diminished, he leaned in again. “I'm going to call the police now, Ellen. Embezzling this amount of money is probably good for five years in prison. I only wish it could be more." She looked up, eyes red-rimmed, a shocked expression on her face. “But—but, you can't! I'll be ruined! Besides, if I'm in jail, I won't be able to pay you back! I said I'd pay you back and I meant it!" Jack scoffed. “How? You're certainly not my CFO after today. And I doubt you'll be able to get any kind of accounting job once word gets out about your tendency to steal from those who hire you." The word made her wince. Clearly, she hadn't thought of herself as a criminal until this moment. Jack knew her story: She was only “borrowing” the money until Bill got another job, or she got a raise, then she'd pay it back, quietly and over time. Sure she would've. He knew that most embezzlers convinced themselves that they would pay it back. Nine times out of ten, they never get around to it—unless they were caught. "Please don't say anything. I can get another job and pay you back out of that!" "Do you really think I'd let you loose on another company knowing what I know? And how would you pay me back, by stealing from them?" "No! No! I wouldn't! I'd work overtime. I'd take a second job. I'll never do anything like this again. Please." With elaborate slowness, Jack reached over and secured a small calculator from his desktop. He looked over it to Ellen's tear-stained face. “And just how much, approximately, do you think you'd be able to pay me each week?" "Well, if that bastard husband of mine gets a job...” She stopped, as if she realized that wasn't Jack's problem. “I think I could manage, um, two-three hundred a week.” Her eyes

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were bright as she contemplated a way out of this mess. Jack punched in the numbers. “Let's see, two hundred, forty seven thousand, divided by three hundred...” He looked up. You could pay me back in sixteen years. That's assuming I don't charge any interest, which I'd be a fool not to. So, with interest, let's say an even twenty years, shall we?" Ellen looked blank, her reddish brown eyes opened wide. "So how old are you now?" "Th-thirty-two." "So you expect me to keep quiet and hope that you continue to pay me until you're fifty-two? The statute of limitations runs out in five years—you could just stop paying me then and I'd have no more leverage. I'd be stuck for most of the loss. What kind of a fool do you take me for?” He reached over his desk and turned the phone around to face him. He picked up the receiver. "Please! What are you doing?" "Why, I'm calling the police, as I told you I would. I see no way out of this." Suddenly, she came off of the chair and kneeled in front of Jack, putting a hand on his leg. “Jack, I know you find me attractive. I could make it worth your while to wait." Jack paused, holding the phone halfway to his ear. He turned and leveled his gaze at her. “You're kidding me." "No, I'm not. Anything but ... the police." "You really think your pussy is worth a more than two hundred grand to me?” She jerked back as if electrocuted. “I mean, don't get me wrong, you are an attractive woman. But if I need to get my dick wet, I can find a dozen elegant call girls for, say, a thousand a night—that's a far cry from two hundred-plus grand." "I-I didn't mean just for one night. I'll be yours, to do what you want, until you feel I've paid you back." "Well, that's a very tempting offer, I must admit.” Ellen's eyes grew hopeful. “But let's run the math again, shall we? Since you aren't a professional, let's say I pay you five hundred a session, and we fuck twice a week.” He used the crudest words on purpose, just to watch her face flinch. “That's two hundred forty seven weeks to pay off your debt, or about five years. Plus interest, we'd have to make it about seven years. That's a long time to be my whore. What would your husband say?" She made a face. “He wouldn't care, not if it meant I'd be taking care of our money problems, as usual." Jack laughed. “You don't really expect me to believe that'd he'd just sit by and let me fuck you anytime I wanted for the next seven years, do you?" "Well, if he doesn't like it, he can leave. It's about time he carried his own weight." "Okay.” Jack let the matter of her husband drop for now. He could tell there were a lot of cracks in the Sanchez marriage. “But what about me? I'm forty, and still dating women, one of whom might end up being my wife someday. What if I found someone in the next seven years? How would I explain you to her? ‘Oh, don't mind Ellen, I'm just fucking her as part of a business deal.’ I don't think that would go over too well." "Please, Jack. We can work something out. Just tell me what you want." Jack's ear was assailed with the beeping tone of a phone that had been off the hook too long. He realized he was still holding it mid-air. He quickly hung it up. “What do I want? I want my money back. One way or the other. Either I get it in cash, or I get my pound of flesh by seeing you sitting in prison." Her face fell. “So you aren't interested in me, um, you know, sexually?" Jack locked his eyes on hers. “I didn't say that. I admit to being attracted to you. But I don't let that interfere with business, you understand?" She nodded. “All right. So you want to do this from a business perspective. Let's talk business. What will it take to keep me out of jail and my CFO reputation intact?" "You're not serious." "Yes I am! I'm very serious. I mean, I'm serious in finding out your price. I'm not sure I'll be able to agree to it, but I'm willing to listen." "Okay. I could ask you to sell your car and give me the money,” he said, keeping his gaze steady on hers. “Your house too, for that matter. What do you think they're worth now?" Ellen just stared back, unable to speak. She took a deep breath. “That won't help much." "Oh? Why not?" "The car is eight years old, you'd probably get six thousand for it. The house is heavily mortgaged. If we sold it now, with the market conditions currently, I'd probably only clear ten thousand, which I'd have to split with Bill.” Tears came to her eyes. “Then I'd have to find another place to live anyway, so some of that money would be spent on rent and moving expenses." Jack waited, watching her. He wanted her to come up with another solution. When she didn't say anything, he prompted her. “Well, I guess that's it, then." "No.” Her voice was small. “I-I could be your girl, do anything you wanted me to do." "What does that mean, exactly?" She blushed pink. “You know, anything you wanted. You could, um, make love to me anytime, like right here, in your office." "So you're offering me your services as a sexual slave?" She just nodded, worrying her lower lip with her teeth. "What's that? I didn't hear you." "Yes, I'd be your sex slave. Anything but be arrested for what I've done." Jack sat back in his chair, his hands crossed over his stomach. He knew this was every man's dream, to have a woman willing to give herself to him in every way imaginable. When he'd first learned about her duplicity, his immediate thought had been, turn her in. Let the police handle it. But later, when he'd had time to think about it, he had to admit, he'd entertained fantasies about her as a subservient woman. Of course, he'd dismissed them as just that, fantasies. Now she was asking him to express his deep hidden desires. Dare he speak them out loud? "Take off your clothes.” The words erupted from him as if he were possessed. He bit the inside of his cheek, expecting her to scream or stalk out. Instead, she simply stared at him. "That's your price?" Jack made a dismissive sound. “No, that's good faith bargaining on your part. You brought it up. I'm the wounded party here, you understand. I want to see what you're offering. When you're naked, we can begin negotiations in earnest. If not...” He nodded toward the phone. Her eyes bored into his for a long moment, then she stood and shucked off her suitcoat and began unbuttoning her ivory silk blouse. Jack watched, mesmerized, as her lacy bra came into view. Ellen separated the last button and pulled the sides apart, giving him a full view of her heaving chest, mottled pink with embarrassment. She paused, trying to catch her breath. Ellen shrugged her shoulders and let the blouse slip down her tan arms.

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She folded it and carefully laid it over the back of her chair. With her back to him, she unclasped her bra, shrugged out of it, and placed it over the blouse. She turned back to Jack and allowed him to stare at her erect breasts. He noticed how her skin coloring gave them a bronze tone and the areolas were light chocolate brown. Her breasts hung perfectly, defying gravity. Jack realized his mouth had come open, so he closed it with a nearly audible snap. Ellen unzipped her skirt. She stepped out of it gracefully, as if she'd put on a show many times before. He stared at her panty hose-encased legs, the white triangle of her panties above. He found himself getting a little short of breath as well and his cock swelled and threatened to burst from his pants. He shifted in his seat and waited. Ellen hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her pantyhose and tugged them down over her hips. Her panties were caught up along with them, revealing the dark furry mound between her legs. She sat on the edge of the chair and removed the pantyhose, one leg at a time. She averted her eyes, clearly embarrassed, but determined to get it over with. He wondered how the Faustian bargain he'd entered into here might end. Would it ruin his career as well as hers? He knew he should just call the cops, but seeing her obeying his commands, he thought he might play it out a little longer. Just to see how far it would go. Ellen finished rolling the hose down her long, copper-colored legs. She picked up the discarded garments and piled them onto the back of the chair, on top of her other clothes. Then she turned and sat, facing Jack, her legs casually crossed at her knees. "Like this?” She asked, her voice quavering. She took a deep breath. "Yess,” he found the word came out elongated, despite his efforts to be cool. He mentally shook himself, trying to get back on track. After all, he was in charge. She would do anything he demanded, rather than face ruin. "No,” he contradicted himself. “Put your feet flat on the ground, let your legs come apart." Ellen did as he asked, letting him get a good view of her bushy vee, the enticing folds of skin below. "That'll have to go,” he said, pointing. She looked down. “That? You mean...?" "Yes. I want you to keep it shaved from now on. Or maybe get one of those Brazilian waxes." She shook her head slightly, as if in disbelief, but didn't argue. “Okay." "You'd no longer be my CFO, of course. Instead, you'd be at my beck and call for whatever I wanted. I'd move you into the smaller office next door.” Ellen glanced over at the door where Jack's former secretary had worked in the office beyond. She'd left two months ago to get married and Jack hadn't yet filled the position. “I'd want you to wear sexier clothes too. Shorter skirts, smaller tops, or at least blouses with a few buttons unbuttoned. And no underwear. Ever." Ellen's face grew red. It was as if she could handle being naked in front of Jack in the privacy of his office, but the thought of her parading around the plant dressed like a slut got to her. "E-Everyone will know,” she sputtered. "Know what? That you're a slut or an embezzler? It's either one or the other at this point.” Jack shook his head. “Come to think of it, go ahead and get dressed. Let's forget the whole thing. I'd just as soon call the police.” He reached for the phone. Ellen stood up quickly and placed a delicate hand on his forearm. The sight of all that naked flesh so close to him made him pause. “Please.” She was begging him. Ellen, the cool, beautiful and unapproachable woman, was begging him. He looked into her eyes, gauging her sincerity there. "I'll do anything you say, Jack. Anything. I just can't be exposed for embezzling. Please. It will ruin me.” She came closer until her legs touched his. Her breasts were just inches from his face. He couldn't help himself; he reached up and touched one lovely mound, feeling the electricity in his fingers. "Okay,” he breathed. “Have a seat. Let's continue our negotiations." She returned to her seat and sat down. For a moment, she crossed her legs again, then caught herself and brought her foot back to the floor. She deliberately spread her legs apart and waited, arms crossed under her breasts. "Okay. As I said, I want my money back. Having you as my personal sex slave isn't worth the money.” A frown slipped across Ellen's face. “But having you earn back the two hundred, forty seven thousand, plus interest, has a certain amount of appeal." Her eyes widened. Jack could tell she now had an inkling what he was getting at. Her blush began anew. “You can't mean..." "Mean what? That there are certain things you won't do? You'll steal but you won't fuck, is that it?" "But I thought—" "What? That I want you for myself? Sure, I want you. I'm a man. You're a beautiful woman. And I would fuck you whenever I wanted to. But that doesn't get me my money back, does it? No, for that, we'd need to hire you out." "But—but you can't! I'll be arrested!" Jack pointed a finger at her. “Not if you're careful. Besides, which would you rather be arrested for, prostitution or embezzlement?" Ellen chewed on her bottom lip. “But I'll be ruined, either way! I can't earn your money back if I'm in jail! And I could be killed on the streets!" "Oh, don't worry, I won't put you on the streets. No, I see you as a classy call girl, working on behalf of the company. Or, on occasion, I might want to farm you out to a brothel." "But what about, you know, diseases and such! I could die from something." "Hey, no one says you have to go bareback. You can make them wear condoms." She had another argument ready. “But Bill would freak out! He'd divorce me and tell everyone what a slut I've become." Jack just shrugged with one shoulder, as if it made no difference to him. “Like I said, you have a choice.” He tipped his head toward the phone. He could see she was wavering. “And what about ... us? What would you demand of me, when I'm not out fucking every manufacturing rep in the midwest?" "Total obedience." She seemed dissatisfied with that answer. “W-what would that entail?" "Just as it sounds. You do anything I tell you to do, without argument. If you disobey me, you get punished, or I'll just forget the whole arrangement and call the cops." "Punished?" "Yeah, like spankings. Nothing you couldn't handle." "And these, um, duties—I hope you don't expect me to run drugs for you or something!"

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"I'm not talking about anything like that. Just sexual things." Ellen pondered that information. Jack could bet she was running sex acts through her mind, trying to decide which ones were beyond her abilities to stomach. “You mean, like, uh, making love to another woman? Or a gang-bang?” Her voice quavered. "Maybe. You'd do whatever necessary to keep the customers or employees happy." "But I could have you arrested too!” The angry words slipped out. She seemed to gather her nerve and rush ahead. “I mean, setting yourself up as a pimp is illegal too! How would that play at the Chamber of Commerce?" "You're right, of course. If you got caught or turned in, I'd probably be arrested too. Then the entire sordid story would come out.While you're on trial for embezzlement, I'd be on trial for pandering or the like. But I think I'd get off and I don't think you would." "After they hear that you forced me into this, they'd—" "I haven't forced you to do anything, Ellen. This was entirely your idea. I've said several times, I'm fully prepared to call the police. You're the one who's prolonged this conversation by encouraging me to think of alternatives. And frankly, there aren't many when you've admitted you've stolen such a large amount of money." She shrugged, trying to maintain her dignity while naked. “It'd be your word against mine. I'd tell them you forced me. I may go to jail for a couple of years, but you could get more time for running a sex shop!" "I wouldn't call it a sex shop. It's only you, trying to do what you can to pay me back. Besides, I'm not a fool. I took the liberty of filming this meeting.” He pointed to a vent, high up on the wall. Ellen, her eyes wide, looked over and spotted the small lens of a camera pointing through the slats at her. She stood and turned away, grabbing her clothes to shield her nakedness. “You can't. That's illegal.” She struggled to put on her clothes. Jack didn't try to stop her. He merely stood, picked up the phone and began to dial. "W-what are you doing? Stop that!" Jack ignored her, the phone pressed to one ear. “You understand that this tape will become evidence. It could even be made public, unless you hire a sharp attorney.” He turned his attention to the phone, where a recorded voice was telling him the correct time. “Hello, police?" Ellen lunged for the phone cradle, cutting off the connection. Her clothes dropped to the ground."Let's not do that ... um ... yet,” she begged. “Let's talk a little longer, okay?" "Last chance,” he said. “I don't want to play games any more. Either you agree to use your ‘personal assets’ to pay me back, or this conversation is over." She stood, trying to maintain what dignity she had left. Silence filled the room, stretching time. Jack watched as she wrestled with her decision. "All right,” she said at last. “I'll do your dirty work. I'll be your, uh, slave. It will cost me my self-esteem and probably my marriage, but I'll agree to, um, work for you until I've paid my debt." "Plus interest,” Jack put in, “which we'll set at nine percent a year, a true bargain, considering. Agreed?” He pointed at the camera. She squared her shoulders and looked up at it. “Agreed." "Good.” He got up and walked around to his desk. “I'm shutting down the camera now. I don't think we'll need it any longer.” He pointed a remote unit at a bookcase and Ellen could hear the VCR click off. She watched as Jack retrieved the tape and immediately locked it into his safe, mounted behind a painting along one wall. He turned back to Ellen. "From now on, your name will be El. I don't think a slut like you deserves a complete name. We'll announce tomorrow that you're changing jobs, going from CFO to secretary. You do what I tell you to do, without question, no matter how embarrassing. You'll call me ‘Mr. Sawyer,’ ‘sir’ or ‘master’ at all times." El blanched, but said nothing. "I'm going to have a small camera and a light installed under your desk, with a feed into my office here. When you are sitting down, you are to spread your legs so I can see your naked pussy, which must be shaved daily or waxed smooth. Whenever I call you, no matter what you're doing or who else is in the room with you, I want you to put the fingers of your free hand on your pussy and rub it as long as we are speaking. However, you are not allowed to come by yourself. So if I catch you having an orgasm out there, you'll be punished." Her mouth dropped open and the color began to drain from El's face. "When I call you into my office, once that door is closed behind you, I want you to immediately remove all your clothes, come over to my desk and kneel, then ask, ‘How may I serve you, master?’ You understand?" She nodded like an automaton. She appeared to be in shock. "I may have someone in my office at the time. It doesn't matter to you. You strip naked. You might be asked to take care of them. If so, I'll reduce your debt at the rate of one hundred dollars for a blow-job and two-fifty for a fuck, ass or pussy. Any time I fuck you, it doesn't count toward your debt, that's just part of the overhead you pay for your new position. Sometimes, you might be asked to go somewhere to meet guests and do whatever they tell you to do. I'll keep track of your debt payments, and you can check them anytime.” Jack smiled thinly. “Unlike you, I have no desire to cheat you." "W-what—" "Oh, that's another thing,” he interrupted. “You are not to speak unless you are given permission or spoken to first." She thought about that for a moment. “May I speak, sir?" He waited a long beat, then: “Yes, my slut." She blinked at the casual insult, then asked: “What about Bill?" "That's your problem. You can tell him or not, up to you. But if you do and he gets the idea that he needs to come here and protect you from me, you'd better convince him otherwise. If anything happens to me, even a threat, I'll cancel the deal and a full accounting of your activities will be reported to the authorities, including that tape I just made." She thought about that for a moment. Jack could see the wheels turning in her head. “So, you want me available at all times? Like days and nights?" "Yes, although it will be mostly days. Think of it this way, the more you earn, the sooner you'll be done with this. I think if you really applied yourself, you could earn three grand a week. That'd mean you could pay me off in eighteen months." Jack could see the information weigh heavy on her. Eighteen months probably sounded like forever. He figured she'd be a completely different person at the end of it. "Okay, let's get started. I want you to suck me off.” Jack splayed his legs apart. El hesitated, then sank to her knees and began fumbling with his pants. He could see her hands were

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trembling. "Do you suck your husband's cock?" She didn't look up. “Y-yes, sometimes." "Well, you'd better get used to it. You're going to become an expert." El managed to free his flaccid cock and bent down to take it into her mouth. Her licking soon caused it to swell, allowing her to draw more of it into her throat. She began to move her face quickly up and down his shaft, as if to hurry him along. "No,” he cautioned. “Take your time, like a high-class hooker would." She slowed her pace immediately, but didn't stop slurping and licking. After a few minutes, Jack could feel his climax approaching. He grabbed her face and moved it up and down on his cock at his own rhythm. She struggled for a moment, then let him have his way. He felt his cock twitch, then explode into her mouth. She gasped and tried to pull away, but Jack held her tight until his cock was spent. Then he allowed his soft cock to slip from her juicy mouth. Ropes of his seed ran down her chin. "That was a fine first effort, except that you MUST swallow cum at all times. Do you understand?" She nodded, unable to speak. She closed her mouth and Jack could see the muscles in her throat working. He pointed to the drool on her chin and she wiped it up with her fingers. He made her suck them clean. "All right.” He pushed her away from his lap. “I want you to get dressed. I never want to see you in a business suit again after today, unless I order it. I'm giving you the rest of the day off so you can go shopping for the types of outfits appropriate for a slut. You know what to buy: short skirts, skimpy tops, high heels." Jack watched, unmoved, as tears began to flow down her cheeks. “M-master, may I speak?” Her voice caught. "Yes, slave." "H-how will I live? If all my money goes to pay off the debt, how can I make my house payments, pay utilities, buy groceries?" Jack had been ready for that question. “First of all, tell Bill he needs to get a job, any job. His free ride is over. And he'd better not lose his next job. For now, I'll let you keep the house. I want you to bring your receipts for your mortgage payment, and other routine bills. I will pay half of your living expenses, and add the totals to your debt. Billy boy can pay the other half or he can move out. There'll be no money for extras, such as vacations or fancy cars. You'll have to sell your Mercedes and bring me the money to help offset the cost of keeping you." "But, master, how will I get to work?" "Either I'll pick you up, or I'll send a car." He asked her approximately what her monthly household expenses were, and she gave him a figure. Jack ran the totals on his calculator. “Looks like that's going to add at least another year to your debt." El's head sagged in defeat.One of her tears fell unnoticed onto her breast. "Any more questions?” He could tell she had several, but she merely shook her head. “All right. You may get dressed and go. Be ready for your new position at 8:30 tomorrow." She nodded and stood up, seemingly no longer concerned about her nakedness. Her shoulders slumped. Jack could see some of his semen, mixed with her saliva, spotting her heaving breasts. Before she could step back, he reached out and grabbed one of them. She froze, a questioning look on her face. “Looks like you forgot some,” he pointed out. She looked down, then used her fingers to scoop up the fluid and lick it. He released her and she began putting on her clothes. Jack felt a bit of sadness, watching this magnificent beauty cover up her nudity. He much preferred her naked and vulnerable. When she was dressed, she asked for permission to go. Jack smiled and nodded.

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CHAPTER 2
Jack parked outside El's house at 8:35 the next morning and honked. Her Mercedes still sat in the driveway with a “For Sale” sign stuck in the back window. He wondered if she had told Bill the news, or if she was going to try to hide it from him. The door opened immediately, and El came out, peering anxiously around her neighborhood, as if afraid someone might see her. She looked like a different woman. She was dressed in a red skirt that came to mid-thigh, a white tanktop and black pumps with two-inch heels. Jack thought the shoes could be a bit higher, but overall, she looked good, in a trashy sort of way. As she approached, he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, just as he had ordered. He could easily see the nipples poking up from the cloth. He suspected she wasn't wearing panties, either. He'd find out soon enough. She raced down the steps and got in the passenger seat quickly. Jack waited, staring at the door to see if Bill would come out, angry and shouting. Nothing happened. He turned to El, noting that her makeup was the same as yesterday, not nearly slutty enough. “Did you tell Bill?" "Um, sort of. I told him I stole some money to cover for his being out of work and I'm going to have to pay it back. I didn't tell him exactly how. He still thinks I'm the CFO." "Dressed like this?" She could see the flush creep up her neck to her ears. “He didn't ask a lot of questions. I think he's in shock about the whole thing. I know he feels partially responsible." Jack nodded, staring at the house. That made sense. But he'd have to monitor the situation. It wouldn't do to have an irate husband stirring things up. He turned back to El. “Okay. You look pretty good. But there's a couple of things.” He ticked them off his fingers. “One, you're not wearing enough makeup. You look like the businesswoman you used to be, not the slut you are. You're going to need more lipstick, eyeliner, the works. Two, whenever you come into the car, I want you to spread your legs apart and show me your cunt. Sit bare-assed on the seat." She made a small noise in her throat, then lifted her ass up off the seat. She pulled the back of her skirt out of the way, then sat down again. Jack peered closer, noting that she had attempted to shave her mound, but had left quite a bit of stubble. “You call that shaved?" She flushed even redder, if that was possible. “S-sorry, sir, I did it myself and it's hard to reach everywhere." "You didn't tell your husband that you were shaving it?" "No, sir. Not yet." That caused Jack to think of something else. “How often do you and Bill fuck, on average?" El looked at the floor. “Um, about once a week. It used to be a lot more, but because he's been out of work lately, I'm not often in the mood for him, you understand." "Yes, I do. Does he use a condom?" She glanced up at him, as if considering whether she should challenge him for his prying questions, but his look told her he was serious. Before she could answer, he grabbed her upper arm. “Don't every try to lie to me or conceal facts. You have no privacy or secrets from me now, do you understand?" "Yes, Ja—I mean, Mr. Sawyer." "Okay, answer the question." "No, sir. I'm on the pill." "Okay, from now on, you are to inform me whenever you fuck Bill—or anyone else. I want to hear details." She took a deep breath. “Yes, sir." "I will decide later if I want you wearing yourself out on your husband, when you could be letting that pussy earn my money back." "Yes, sir." "Now, as to these other things. I want you to go back into your house and bring a bag containing your makeup kit, shaving cream and a razor." She blanched and Jack thought she was going to refuse, but she didn't. She seemed to gather herself, then unlatched the door and got out. He watched her adjust her tiny skirt, then trudge up the steps and disappear inside. She came out onto the porch a few minutes later, followed by Bill. He seemed upset, or at least filled with questions. El brushed him off and hurried back to the car, a small paper bag clutched in one hand. Bill stared at Jack, then shook his head and retreated inside. Jack wondered if he intimidated Bill. After all, Jack held their future in his hands. And Bill was not a big man, so he didn't seem to be much of a threat. Jack knew Bill would be wrestling with his demons over this and wouldn't be sure what to make of it. Eventually, Jack believed El would have to tell him, then there could be trouble if Bill decided to go after him or call the cops. El had reseated herself, remembering to pull up her skirt. Jack put the car into reverse and backed slowly out of the driveway. He turned and started forward, glancing down occasionally to check out El's bare pussy.He reached over and let his fingers touch her slit. She jerked slightly, then settled down and let him stroke her. He didn't say anything to her during the drive and she seemed to know better than to talk first. Whenever he glanced at her face, she was staring straight ahead. He pulled into the plant and parked in his reserved spot, right near the door. He got out, paying no attention to El. She struggled to get out, holding the bag in one hand, and trying to move her skirt down quickly with the other. Jack could see a flash of her bronze bottom before she could cover it. She followed him inside, walking quickly with her head down. She avoided the stares of the few others she saw on the way to his office. El started to follow Jack inside, but he stopped her immediately. “Your office is ready for you, just down the hall. I want you to enter through your door. I'll call you when I need you." She nodded vacantly and left. Jack could only imagine the sight that greeted her. While she had been gone yesterday, he'd had her desk turned so it faced the glass door into the hallway. Her modesty would be protected by the kick panel in front, but he knew she'd feel more on display this way. He'd had a tiny camera installed underneath her desk, and

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another one high up behind her. He went to his desk and unlocked the top right-hand drawer, where the small flat-panel screen had been installed. He flicked a switch. The screen came on, showing the view from the overhead camera. He watched as El walked around the room slowly, as if she couldn't believe this was to be her prison for the next couple of years. It was much smaller than her CFO's office, consisting of little more than a desk, a chair, a computer and a phone. Everything in the office could be seen through the glass door from the hallway outside. He observed her as she put down her bag on the desk, empty except for the phone. Nervously, El pulled the chair out and peered underneath it, noticing the small spotlight there, chair high. She looked more closely and spotted the camera, then shook her head. El sat down and scooted herself up close. Jack flipped over to the other camera and observed her legs open in front of him, giving him a good view of her naked loins. The light illuminated her perfectly. Still, that stubble bothered him. At least she had remembered her orders. He wondered if she would remember them all. He flipped back to the other camera and waited until someone walked by and spotted her in the former secretary's chair. It was Gloria, Jack could see, from human resources. She came in, clearly stunned. They chatted. Jack turned a knob next to the screen and the words came through a small speaker. "—you doing here?” Gloria seemed flummoxed. El fidgeted. “Um, I'm Jack's new secretary." "What about your job?" "I don't know what's going to happen with that." "You mean, you've-you've been demoted?" "I'd prefer to call it a mutual decision." "But why?" "I'm not at liberty to say. You'll have to ask Jack." Jack smiled, watching the scene. Her first mistake, calling him Jack. El's embarrassment pleased him. He picked up the phone. He watched as it rang on El's desk. She jumped, then reached for it with her left hand. Gloria watched her, waiting for her to finish so she could pepper her with additional questions. Jack observed that while El's right hand strayed to her lap, her fingers didn't touch her pussy. He had expected as much. Her second mistake. "Yes, sir?" "Yes, El. I wanted you to take some dictation. We're going to have to come up with something to say about your change of job assignment." "Yes, sir.” She started to hang up. "Oh, and El..." She froze in place, then brought the receiver back to her ear. “What did I tell you to do whenever you were on the phone with me?" "Um, yes, sir. I'll do that right away, sir." Jack switched the camera and watched as El's right hand crept closer to her groin, finally reaching in and just brushing her slit. He switched back in time to catch Gloria staring at her as if she'd lost her mind. "Well, I have to go,” El was telling her. “I've got to see Ja—, er, Mr. Sawyer." Gloria stood there, speechless, as El rose, adjusting her small skirt with as much dignity as she could muster. Then she came to the door connecting the two offices and entered. Jack flicked off the screen and pushed the drawer back into place. El seemed grateful to be able to close the door behind her, shutting Gloria out. Jack imagined that Gloria would waste no time in spreading the news about Ellen's bizarre new behavior. "Yes, sir?” she said, standing by the door. "You seem to have forgotten the rules of your employment." El started, taking a step back. Then she immediately began stripping off her clothes. In seconds, she was naked. She came over by Jack's chair and sank to her knees. “How may I help you, master?" "Knees wider apart. There, that's better.” Jack let her stew for a moment. “Let's take care of this memo to employees, shall we?” He handed her a pad and pen. She took it, still on her knees, her face blank. He dictated a short note about El's job change without giving any details. He told her to use her “new” name in the release, El Sanchez. She wrote down the information with a shaky hand. Jack could've dashed out the note himself in far less time, but it pleased him to have her be the author of her own demotion notice. When he was done, he told her to write it up and sent to him for approval. She started to get up, and he stopped her. “I can't very well let you get away with your bad behavior, now can I?" "B-bad behavior?” To El, no doubt her failures to obey were minor transgressions, easily forgiven. Jack had to let her know where she stood. "Yes. You called me Jack in front of Gloria. You failed to rub your pussy, even when I reminded you. And you didn't strip immediately upon entering my office." "S-sorry, sir. It won't happen again." "And then there's the matter of your sloppy shaving job. I guess I'll have to correct that mistake myself, won't I?” He paused. “Unless you want Gloria to do it." She rocked back onto her heels. “Oh, no, sir! Please. I'd rather you did it." "You know, of course, that what you'd ‘rather’ have happen is no longer important." "Um, yes, sir." Jack thought for a moment. “I'll give you a choice of punishments. You can either work in your office naked for the next two hours, or you can submit to a spanking with my belt." El looked horrified. “No, Sir! Master! You can't! Please, I beg you," "Which is it to be, El?" Her eyes roamed around, as if looking for an escape. For the first time, Jack believed she was finally realizing what she had gotten herself into. “I'll-I'll take the spanking, sir. Anything but w-work naked in front of anyone walking by! I'd just die!" He nodded. “Place yourself over the desk.” He stood and removed his belt. She obeyed warily, spreading herself flat and gripping the far end of the desk as if her life depended on it, her eyes never leaving the belt in his hand. When she was in position, her lovely rounded ass up and ready for him, she suddenly blurted, “Master? May I speak?" He sighed as if greatly bothered by her interruption. “Yes, what is it?" "W-won't people hear us? That could prove, um, hard to explain." Jack pretended to think about it. “Yes, you're right. I'm not so concerned about the slapping of my belt on your ass, but your screams could cause problems. Go get me your

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top." She sprang up, as if grateful for the reprieve. It was a short one, however. When she returned with the scrap of cloth, he indicated she should reposition herself. When she had done so, he made her open her mouth and pressed part of the wadded up shirt inside. "Try not to make too much noise,” he said. She nodded, her eyes wide with shock. He wondered how she was going to explain this to her husband. He stood back, then let her have a crack with the belt. She screamed into the gag, clearly startled by how hard he struck her. Jack admired the nice red welt it raised on her honey-toned ass. Already sweat was beading up on her forehead and her eyes pleaded with him to stop. He struck her again, and again, moving the belt around each time to cover all the unmarked areas. He let out some of his anger at her betrayal. He stopped at five, deciding to go easy on her. Jack wasn't surprised to see the spanking had caused her slit to expand. Her juices glistened in the light. Despite her protestations, this seemed to turn her on. "Okay,” he told her, putting the belt back into the loops on his pants, “that will do for now. If you are disobedient again, I'll have to give you ten strokes." She shook her head wildly, as if she'd never consider such a thing. Jack leaned down and pulled the top from her mouth. The breath exploded from her. “Oh, master! May I speak?" "Yes, slut." "That really hurt! Please, I'll be good. I promise!" "You'd better be." She rubbed her ass gingerly and whimpered. "Now that that's out of the way, I think it's time we took care of your other problems." "Other problems?" "Yes.Go bring me the bag you brought from home." Her eyes flew open as she realized she'd left it on her desk. She grabbed her top and went to the door, stooping to pick up her skirt. Jack's voice stopped her in her tracks. “I didn't say to get dressed first." She froze, the clothes bunched in her hands. “You-you want me to walk out there n-n-naked?” She couldn't believe it. "Yes." She turned and as if on stilts, walked stiff-legged to the door. Jack took the opportunity to open the desk drawer and turn on the main camera. The hallway outside her office was deserted. El peered through. Jack could see her face appear on the left side of the screen. She checked the corridor through the glass door. When it seemed safe, she bolted through, snatched up the bag and ran back to the safety of Jack's office. He smiled and carefully shut the drawer. "Here it is, master.” She put the bag on his desk and stood back, waiting. Her obedience seemed much improved. "Go into my washroom and put on more makeup. I want you to look like a hooker. After you're done, bring me a hot, wet towel and a dry one,” he ordered, opening the bag and handing her the makeup kit. She wiggled her way to the bathroom. Jack grinned at the stripes on her ass. She disappeared inside. It was quiet for several minutes. Then he heard water running. A short time later, she returned. Her face had more rouge and her eyelids were blue. Red lipstick had been slathered on her mouth. He nodded his approval. “That's a good start. It would help if you got some false eyelashes." He took the dry towel from her, folded it and lay it right at the edge of his desk. “Here. Back up against this, then lean back until your shoulders hit the blotter." Warily, she obeyed. When she was in place, Jack could see she didn't know what to do with her legs. Letting them hang down assuaged her modesty, but the desk rubbed against her welts. Raising her legs and hooking her heels on the edge of the desk eased her pain, but exposed her private parts directly to his leering gaze. He watched while she wrestled with the dilemma. Finally, she decided the pain won out over modesty, so she let her heels rest on the desk, splaying her legs wide. Jack nodded in agreement at her decision, then rolled his chair in close. He was sure she could feel his breath on her pussy. It remained wet and slightly open. Her breath was shallow. "You didn't do too bad on the top, but you missed a lot down here,” he commented, as if he were talking to a barber about a haircut. She blushed red. Jack placed the hot towel on her loins to soften up the hairs. He left it there for several minutes, whistling softly to himself. Once, he reached up and tweaked one of her nipples, causing her to start. He noticed both her nipples swelled. He removed the towel, then squirted a good portion of shaving cream into his hand. He carefully spread it above and around her slit, noticing how his touch further excited her. Her clitoris swelled until he could see it poking out from under its hood. He wondered how it would look with a gold ring through the skin above it. He glanced up at her nipples, imagining them with similar gold rings. Nice. He took the razor and began to shave her, starting at the bottom and working against the grain. He carefully folded her labia to the side to get into the creases. El said nothing, but she began to breathe more heavily. Jack knew she was really becoming aroused now. He could see it in the amount of fluid that was dripping from her slit and collecting on the towel below. He shaved carefully. Once the phone rang, and he stopped, pulling away just in time to prevent nicking her. She acted as if she was going to get up, but he held her in place with one hand while he answered the phone. Jack could see it was an internal call. “Yes? Oh, yes, Gloria. Yes, her job has been changed. I just decided I needed her in this position.” He winked at El, his head framed between her obscenely splayed legs. She looked away in embarrassment. “Oh, salary? Well, don't worry about that for now. Yes, I'll let you know. Yes, we're working on a memo now." He hung up. “Looks like the natives are getting restless. They want an explanation. I wonder if the memo will satisfy them?" El just shook her head. Jack returned to his work. He was enjoying himself immensely. He shaved her until he was sure he had gotten every stray hair, then wiped her down with the damp towel. “There,” he said, sitting back and admiring his handiwork. “That's how I want to see you from now on." "Um, master, may I speak?" "Yes, slut." "It's hard for me to reach everywhere. But if you enjoy it, I-I would be happy to make myself available to you every day." That didn't surprise Jack. He could see she was turned on by the attention. But he didn't

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want to be working for her, even in this small way. “That could become tiresome, slut. Tell ya what. You got a beauty salon you go to?" El paled and shook her head. "Really?” Jack seemed nonplused. “I thought every girl had a salon." "Well, Ja—I mean, Mr. Sawyer, I have a woman who cuts my hair, but she ... she would never ... I mean..." "Hmm, that's too bad. So you need to find a full-service beauty parlor. I wonder if Gloria could help.” He picked up the phone. El shot bolt upright. “No sir! That's not necessary. Um ... maybe I can have Bill do it." Jack smiled. Somehow, that appealed to him, to have Bill be complicit in his wife's sexual degradation. “Sure, whatever. Just make sure your pussy is shaved clean every day. If I decide I want to do it again, I'll let you know." He pushed her back down. She didn't resist. Jack ran his fingers around the now-smooth surface. More fluids dripped from her slit. She squirmed, though she tried to hide it. “I'm going to be checking it every day, so don't disappoint me.” He let his fingertips brush along the edge, gathering some of the clear fluid. He brought it to his mouth and sampled it. It had a sweet, pungent taste. He could see her eyes on his face. Her lust was impossible to disguise now. Her hips twitched, her skin seemed to glow. He knew she wanted him and would do anything to have his cock thrusting into her in the next few minutes. Perfect, he thought. He checked his watch. Ten o'clock. Just right. The phone rang again. An outside line, this time. El looked pained as he answered it. "Jack Sawyer. Oh, yes, Bob. So glad you called!” The call had been prearranged for ten, but El didn't know that. Jack had been trying to land this client for a while now, but had been unable to pry him loose from Michigan Manufacturing. He had invited Bob Orley to stop by today, promising him a “deal he couldn't refuse.” Jack had told him to call him at ten, when he was on his way to the plant. "I don't know why I'm coming by, Jack,” Bob said in his ear. “I told you I'm happy with Michigan." "Yeah, but I'll bet they don't have the right package of incentives that I've developed,” Jack replied. He noticed that El seemed to become alarmed at the direction this conversation was going. She tried to get up, but he put a hand on her hip, keeping her in position. They talked for a few more minutes, then Jack said, “Okay, I'll see you soon,” and hung up. "Master, may I speak,” El immediately said. Jack thought about that. “No, slut." El's eyes widened. He could tell she didn't know what to do now. Always before, when she asked to speak, Jack allowed it. Now, when she had some serious questions about “Bob,” he shut her down. She tried to get up again, but he again stopped her with a hand. "Don't get up,” he ordered, and the tone of his voice conveyed to her that she might be in store for another whipping if she disobeyed. She lay back, panting. Jack ran his finger up her slit to the clitoris, causing her to jump. He reached into the center drawer and brought out a condom, still in its wrapper, and tossed it onto her stomach. Her face told him everything. "Wait here. Don't move.” He got up and went into El's office, closing the door behind him. He wondered if she would obey him or if he'd come back in a few minutes and find her hiding in the bathroom. The glass door opened and Bob strolled in. Bob Orley was a big, handsome, good ol’ boy, one who liked the camaraderie of his business pals. Jack believed that's why he'd stuck so long with Michigan Manufacturing—the owner was an old high school friend of his. But a lot had happened in the years since, and Jack had heard through the grapevine that Bob's loyalty was beginning to fray. Perhaps he'd not gotten the terms he'd asked for, or perhaps Michigan had begun to take his business for granted. Either way, Jack thought Bob might be open to another offer. Jack also knew Bob had been married to the same woman for twenty-five years, a real cow. Bob's extra-marital escapades were legendary and who could blame him? But Jack doubted Bob had ever experienced the delights of a slim young woman like El. She was about to pay back some of her debt, big time. If Bob agreed to switch to Sawyer Metalworking, it would bring in tens of thousands of extra dollars per year. Of course, he wouldn't tell El that. She'd have to repay her debt one fuck at a time. She could keep Bob happy anytime he wanted to stop by, at two-fifty a throw. Bob shook his hand and they chatted for a while. When the moment was right, Jack laid out his proposal, offering a slightly lower price and quicker turnaround time. "Above all, Bob, I want you to know that Sawyer Metalworking really wants your business. We'd work hard to please you every day. I can guarantee you'd never be sorry you switched." Jack could see the reluctance on Bob's face. Before he could respond, Jack added: “Oh, and to help seal the deal, I've got a little gift for you in my office. That's yours, whether you go with us or not." Bob looked questioningly at the door. “You want me to go in?" Jack nodded. “I'll just wait out here for a bit." He watched as Bob opened the door and looked in. His mouth dropped open. That told Jack that El was being the obedient sex slave she should be. Bob shot Jack a big grin, then disappeared inside, closing the door softly behind him. He sat on the edge of El's new desk and listened to the dim noises through the door. At first all he could hear was the alto of El's voice as she climbed toward an orgasm. He imagined Bob had just plopped down between her legs and dove in, lapping her to a quick climax. Now he could hear Bob's bass vocals, intercut with El's cries as she neared her second orgasm. He knew they were fucking in earnest now. Jack's cock hardened and he wanted to fuck her himself, just as soon as Bob was finished. There came a muffled cacophony of sounds: voices, flesh slapping flesh, cries, small objects falling to the floor. A crescendo of voices erupted, then silence. 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. 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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.

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Sorry... I will retify that with the next chapters as I am just cutting and pasting it over... Pai seh....

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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

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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

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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. "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.

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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."

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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

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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.

"But that's not why I called you in. Scotty called, said none of the men believe him about the new incentive program, so I'd like you to get dressed and go down there and let them know it's legitimate.” He looked pointedly at her. “You don't have to fuck anybody, just let them know you'll be available when the time comes." El felt relieved to be able to put on her skirt again. She dressed quickly, afraid Jack might change his mind. Then she was out the door and into the corridor. She went downstairs to the plant floor and sought out Scotty. Her presence—and the way she was dressed—drew attention almost immediately. She heard wolf whistles as she walked around. "Anyone seen Scotty?" The comments and questions flew back at her. “What's going on, Ellen ?"

"Why're ya dressed like that?" "Is it true what Scotty says?" She stopped at the last question and faced the man. He was a sallow-faced, heavyset middle-aged man, name of Richards. For some reason, El suddenly pictured him on top of her, grunting his way to a climax. “Yes, it's true,” she told him matter-of-factly. “If this shift beats Tom's shift, you guys get to spend some time with me." "Spend some time? What's that mean?" She leaned in close to his ear, her embarrassment rising anew. “You guys can all ... have sex with me." Richards took a step back in shock. “You're joking!" Two others rushed up."What's this? What's happening?" Richards explained. The others didn't believe him. They turned to El. “Come on! This has got to be a joke! We aren't allowed to do that!" El assured them it was true. She kept an eye out for Scotty, knowing he'd back her up. "Come on, if it's true, show us what we'd get!” one of the men said. She turned to them. Her face felt hot. She knew she was blushing again. El looked around and saw she was too exposed here, so she pointed to the tool shop, then headed that way. The three men followed her, and soon were joined by several others, like a pack of rabid dogs. Scotty was in the tool shop, talking to another man. He looked up over the top of the dutch door and smiled when he spotted El. “Well, lookie who's stopped by. I told you guys."

"They don't believe me, either, Scotty. Mr. Sawyer said I should convince them it's for real." He opened the half-door for her. “Well, you'd better come in here, or you'll get mobbed.” The other man just stared at her, as if he wasn't sure if she should be allowed to invade his tiny shop. Scotty closed the half door behind her, keeping her safe from the other men. El turned around the faced the men crowded around the door. Slyly, she raised her top until her breasts came into view, then quickly dropped it. The men hooted and whistled. "Come on, show us the rest!" El shook her head in mock resignation and reached down to the hem of her skirt. Then she raised it up to expose her naked pussy and pushed it down again. "I didn't see! I didn't see!” someone shouted from the back. "Last time,” she warned, and flashed them again. The group went wild. "Now the ass! Show us!" El turned around and let them see her well-marked ass. The crowd grew quiet when stripes from Jack's belt came into view. "Goll-lee! Wudja look at that!" "She's been whipped. Musta done som'tin bad!" El smoothed down her skirt, her face flush with embarrassment. She just wanted to return to the safety of her office.

Scotty helped her get out through the crowd. Behind her, she could hear, “No way Tom's boys are going to beat us!” She smiled to herself, knowing Jack would be pleased. When she returned, she buzzed Jack to let him know. Then, without being asked, she removed her skirt and dropped it onto the desk. She sat, bringing her right hand back to her pussy. She was rather sore now. She had to fuck Tom in an hour, and she hoped he would be the last today. She didn't know how she was going to survive two years of this. Her emotions were all mixed up. On one hand, she had the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had when being fucked by Bob, but on the other hand, the embarrassment she had to endure was taking its toll on her. In a very short time, all pretense that El had been a woman of substance and value would be gone, and everyone would treat her like the whore she'd become.

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Hey...this is interesting.....will have to pitch another tent here liao.......:D

Keep it up bro!!!

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CHAPTER 5

El got out of the limo and walked tiredly to her front door. Raphael, the driver, waved as he pulled away. Following Jack's orders, she had given him a blowjob to thank him for the ride and now her mouth tasted bitter. She wanted to shower and have a drink. Bill opened the door before she could reach the doorknob and stepped aside, a concerned look on his face. “Ellen? Are you all right?" "I'm fine,” she said. The last thing she wanted right now was to try to explain her behavior to her husband. But Bill wouldn't let it go. “I've been worried about you—that you've been reassigned, the way you dressed today. What's going on?" "Did you get a job?” El tried to short-circuit the conversation. "No. It's only been one day, Ellen." Her temper flared. “I can't support you any more, Bill. You have to make enough to pay half the expenses! Take anything! Don't let your pride ruin everything." "I don't understand why you're still working there! If they caught you stealing, why haven't you been fired? Or arrested? Tell me what your situation is, dammit!"

El sighed. She knew she'd have to tell him eventually. Right now she was just too tired. “Let me take a shower, then fix me a drink and I'll try to fill you in." As she headed toward the bathroom, an image flicked through her head: Bill, after being told the whole sad story, crouching between her bare thighs, carefully shaving her pussy for Jack. She shook her head, ridding her mind of the thought. She took a long, hot shower. When she washed her sensitive pussy and ass, she was reminded of her long day. She might've made the wrong choice. Being disgraced and jailed could well be preferable to this. After drying off, she wrapped herself in a thick terrycloth robe and came out to the living room. Bill was waiting there with a scotch on the rocks, her favorite drink. She took a sip, then sat on the couch. Bill hovered expectantly nearby. "First of all,” she began, trying to set some ground rules, “you should know that this was all my decision. No one forced me to do anything.” She took another sip and began her story from the beginning. She had told him yesterday (was it just yesterday?) that Jack had caught her stealing and she'd been reassigned, but she hadn't provided any details. Now she told him she was being used to entertain clients and workers, without going into a lot of detail about her humiliating treatment at the plant.

Bill sat there, his mouth ajar, his eyes wide. He seemed too shocked to be angry at first, but then his mood darkened. "That bastard! He can't get away with this! That's extortion!" She put a hand on his arm. “You can't, Bill. You can't do anything rash. Promise me." "You don't have to do this, El,” he said, using his nickname for Ellen that had now been corrupted by Jack. “We can move away, start fresh somewhere else." "No. You haven't been listening. I have to pay him back or he'll call the cops. If I run, they'll track me down and I'll be arrested and my life ruined. No one would hire a CPA who's been convicted of embezzling! This is the only way out, don't you see?" Bill shook his head. “No, I don't see. There must be another way." Her anger flared anew. “You could get a fucking job!" Bill turned away, hurt “I'm going to, I promise. Tomorrow." She softened a little then. “Good. Otherwise, we won't make it." Bill's head swiveled around. “Is he paying you?" El hung her head.

She told him of the arrangement she had with Jack and that she hoped to be able to pay him back within a couple of years. "A couple of years? That's impossible! I'm not going to stand by while my wife becomes the sex slave to a maniacal businessman." "Yes you will. You'll do nothing to disturb our arrangement. You can help me or you can divorce me. Those are your choices." Bill sat back, stunned. El could read his face: He felt guilty for being out of work for so long. He probably had suspected El was bringing home too much money, but he'd never asked her about it. "Well, what's it going to be? Are you in or are you out?" Bill locked his eyes on hers. “When I married you, I promised to stick by you in sickness and in health, good days and bad,” he began. Ellen's heart lept with joy. He was going to help her. “But those same vows said something about being true to each other, forsaking all others, right? If you think I'm going to be able to sit by while you get fucked by strangers, you're mistaken. I don't care if you did steal money to help us."

El opened her mouth in shock. The joy she briefly felt vanished along with her remaining dignity. Then she became angry. She had gotten into this situation because of him and now he was getting ‘holier than thou’ on her? "You bastard. You lazy bastard! You think I like this? You think I get off on this? I'm doing this for us, don't you see? I found a way out of an impossible situation and all you can do is sit there and act pious?"

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Bill shook his head. “You're not doing this for us. You're doing this to save your career. My career will get started again. I haven't stolen anything—or fucked anyone. Above all, you didn't talk to me about this before you started spreading your legs!" He stood up. “You can fuck Jack and anyone he chooses, but if you think I'm going to play cuckold, you're out of your mind.” He stalked out of the room. El sat there, unable to think clearly. She was still angry with him for getting her into this mess, but she had to admit, he was right: she had made the decision unilaterally. She told him the way it was going to be. For some reason, she thought he would understand, that he would feel remorse for his lack of effort. That he would abandon her had never seemed like a real possibility. She got up and went to the bedroom. Bill had a suitcase on the bed and was packing. “Where are you going?" "For now, back to my parents.” He looked up. “I know, I'm too old to be running home to mamma, but I don't have the funds to start myself up somewhere else right now. Once I get a job, I'll find a place." "Just like that, you're throwing six years of marriage out the window?"

"No, not ‘just like that.’ It took a stunning act of betrayal to do it." El's mouth worked, but no sounds came out. Her anger, her humiliation, her fear all combined and contradicted each other in her mind. Then another voice, a tiny, wicked voice called out: Now you can do what you've always wanted to do. She shook the stray thought out of her head. She didn't want to do this, how crazy that idea was! But it was like a tickle or an itch she couldn't scratch. Bill finished packing. El stood there, trying to think of something to say. Did she want him to go? She could cancel the deal, go to prison. Would Bill wait for her? No, she decided. He wouldn't. Their marriage had been rocky before, now it had finally shattered. She couldn't save it by herself. She was truly on her own. At the door, Bill turned to her. “Goodbye, Ellen. I'll miss you, I really will. I'll come by later for the rest of my things. Good luck with your new job.” He said the last with a sarcasm that burned Ellen's soul. She stood there, mute and shaking, as Bill loaded up his car and drove away without a backward glance. She shut the door and leaned against it. Now she really was screwed, she thought, not even smiling at the irony of that phrase. Jack had only agreed to pay for half the expenses—there's no way she could cover the rest. She'd have to sell the house for sure. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. That meant that Jack wouldn't have to pay nearly as much for a cheap apartment as a house. She could wrap up her ordeal in far less time. She'd have to do the math.

"Jack will know what to do,” she whispered to herself. “I'll ask Jack.” She caught herself. “I'll ask Mr. Sawyer.” That she would defer to her boss didn't seem strange to her. In just twenty-four hours her life had fallen under his control, and she seemed ready to give him all her problems. She couldn't eat, her stomach was too upset. She had another scotch and went to bed. Her only thought before she fell asleep was: I hope I can shave my pussy properly by myself. The next morning, El was groggy when the alarm went off at seven. She got up late and took another shower. She sat on the closed toilet seat afterwards and shaved herself as carefully as she could. Using a hand mirror, she thought she reached nearly every bit of stubble, but it was awkward and took far too long. It was 8:15 by the time she raced into her bedroom to pick out an outfit. Her “new” wardrobe consisted of a few short skirts and tops; she'd have to buy more soon. She threw on a denim miniskirt and a light blue top. Since she didn't have to worry about underwear, she could be dressed in minutes. Remembering Jack's comment about her shoes, El chose a pair of tan sandals with three-inch heels. She had bought them before she'd gotten married and rarely wore them.

Now she felt tall and shapely, if a bit unstable. With a sudden bolt of fear, she realized she had forgotten to put on her makeup. She looked at her watch: 8:25. There was no time to put on a foundation. Quickly, she smeared on some eyeliner and rouge, then coated her lips. She wished she'd remembered to buy false eyelashes. Maybe Jack would allow her to purchase them during the workday. She heard the car horn just as she finished brushing her teeth, so she dropped everything and ran out the door. It was Jack, not Raphael, she was happy to see. She got in and, without being asked, pulled up her skirt and sat on the seat. She spread her legs for him. His hand reached over and rested against her pussy. It made her feel hot and lightheaded.

"You seemed to be running behind today,” Jack said, his fingers teasing her. "Um, yes. I had a little trouble getting up." "How did Bill take it last night?” He made no move to drive away. Well, might as well tell him, she thought. “Not well. He left me, went home to his parents'." Jack glanced at her. “How does that make you feel?" "Like a failure. Like I've been abandoned. ‘Course, I can't exactly blame him. As he pointed out, I made this decision on my own, without any input from him.

So I got what I deserved." "I guess that changes things—concerning the house, I mean." "Yeah. I'll have to put it on the market now. Of course, I'll give you anything I make from it—unless you want me to use that money to get a cheap apartment." What was unspoken, of course, was: Are you going to help me pay for my living expenses? Jack was silent for a time. He simply stroked her pussy. She found herself getting lost in his attentions. Finally, he said, “Yes, you should put your house on the market right away. I know a realtor who might be willing to help you out." El knew what that meant—more sex in exchange for services. Her stomach fluttered and she wasn't sure if it was from the thought of her ever-expanding list of “clients” or Jack's fingers rubbing her clit. He suddenly stopped and El opened her eyes to look at him. “Rather than get an apartment, I've decided to move you into my house—temporarily. I have plenty of room. That way, you won't have to pay rent and all the money you earn can go right into paying me back. We can sell your furniture or put it into storage." El mulled that over for a minute. She visualized herself, waking up on clean sheets, next to Jack, having him roll over and fuck her hard before she got up. She liked that idea. “Yes, sir." El waited for Jack to start the car. Then he said: “So Bill's gone? The house is empty?" She looked at him. Did he want to fuck her here? “Yeah, it's empty."

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She looked at him. Did he want to fuck her here? “Yeah, it's empty." "Good. I need to find you another outfit." "You don't like this?" "No, it's fine. I want you to wear that. But we have a client meeting this afternoon and I want you to have something more conservative to change into." That told El that this client may not be interested in a sex slave. They got out. El had to adjust her skirt. Her pussy tingled. She led Jack up the stairs, wondering what her neighbors must think. First they see her husband leave, now a stranger goes inside with her. Jack picked out a nice business dress—if you were Ally McBeal. The skirt was too short, but not obscenely so. Not like the one she had on. The top consisted of a light blue rayon blouse and a suit jacket that matched the skirt. No underwear, however. He didn't let her wear the outfit, he just brought it along on a hanger.

Back in the car, Jack's fingers went back to work. They rode in silence for a bit. El's pussy was beginning to grow wet and she could hear the occasional squishy sound as Jack's probed her. Surprisingly, she wasn't too sore this morning. His ministrations were beginning to turn her on again. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the car seat. "I feel some stubble here,” Jack's voice interrupted her daydream. "Oh! I'm sorry, sir. I spent a lot of time on it. That's why I was almost late." "Well, we can fix that." She wanted to ask what he meant and she visualized him shaving her on his desktop every day. The thought excited her. But before she could speak, they bumped over the entrance leading to the plant. El sat up and automatically started to adjust her skirt before realizing that was the actions of the Old Ellen, not the new, slutty El. Jack parked, but before he got out, he raised his fingers to her mouth. Without thinking about it, El licked her own juices off them. Jack got out, again without a word.

She got out, then tugged her skirt down over her ass cheeks. She reached into the back seat and retrieved the outfit. She heard a wolf whistle and turned to see Tom, the night foreman, just getting off work. He leered at her and winked. She briefly smiled back, remembering Tom's visit yesterday afternoon. He'd come swaggering in, his big stomach leading the way. He had to be fifty. Like Scotty, he was divorced and had let himself go. From what she'd heard, Tom liked to say he had two hobbies: drinking beer and eating.
Fortunately for her, Tom didn't want to fuck her. He only wanted a blow job. Because Jack was busy in his office, she had to blow him while he sat in her chair, just like she'd done for the delivery boy. Only this time, she wasn't wearing her skirt. Tom stared at her pussy for a long time before he let her get started. Once her mouth was on him, he'd come in just a few minutes—apparently, it had been a long time since he'd gotten laid. "Thanks, slut,” he'd told her and she almost got angry.

It was as if only Jack could call her a slut. The ludicrousness of her situation had stopped her, however. After all, she was a slut. It might as well be on her job description. She tried to push the image of fat Tom out of her mind. As she went down the corridor to her office carrying the dress, she passed a couple of factory workers on the way. When one of them, a big black man she knew as Jim, slapped her on the ass, she turned and glared at him, then stalked off. In her office, she hung up the suit and had barely gotten to her seat when the intercom buzzed. She reached for the phone and her pussy at the same time, without thinking. Her training was taking over. "Yes, sir?" "Come in, El." She got up and went through the door, stopping suddenly, mouth agape. There stood the man who had just slapped her ass in the hallway. Both of their eyes were on her and they didn't seem pleased. El closed the door and removed her clothes, her hands shaking. She approached Jack and kneeled. "How may I help you, master?"

"El, I asked Jim here to give you a slap on the ass this morning as a test to see how well you're fitting into your new job. Would you tell me, please, your reaction to Jim's actions?" El knew she was in trouble. Her ass still ached from yesterday's spanking. “Um, sir, I, um, glared at him." "Why did you do that?" "I was caught off-guard, sir. I wasn't thinking." "That's right. What's your role here?" El thought she might faint. She glanced up at Jim, who seemed bemused by her predicament. “I'm ... a sex slave.” She heard Jim chuckle. "Right. What should you have done when Jim spanked you, do you think?" El thought hard. “Um, smiled at him?" "Yes, that would've been preferable. Or wiggle your hips or blow him a kiss—anything that indicated to him that you appreciate his attentions. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." "This tells me you need some additional training, doesn't it?" "Yes, sir." Jack nodded. “Jim has been kind enough to offer to administer the punishment." El paled.

Jim stood six-two with biceps like footballs. If he spanked her, he'd probably kill her. She made a low sound in her throat. "I realize your bottom must still be sore from yesterday, right?" "Oh, yes, sir!" "So I'll give you a choice. You can either let Jim spank your tits with a ruler...” He pulled one from his desk drawer and held it up. El felt her breasts ache at the very thought. “...or you can let Jim fuck you..." "Oh, I'll let him fuck—" "Wait, you didn't let me finish. You'd have to fuck him in your office, not mine. And he'd tie you spread over your desk, ass toward the glass door. When he's finished, he's going to leave you like that until I come out and untie you." El paled and nearly fainted again. To be on display like that! Yesterday, she'd been mortified to be seen without her skirt on in her office, now she could be publicly humiliated in front of whoever passes by. And she knew that once word got around, everybody would be stopping by for a look at her naked body. Some might even fuck her again. "Oh, sir ... please.” She wasn't ready for that! "What's your decision?" "Sp-spank my tits, sir.” Jim sighed and looked disappointed. "Very well. Turn and face Jim.”

She moved her knees around a quarter turn. She felt Jack grab her arms and tie them with a section of cotton rope he pulled from his desk. “Just so you won't try to cover yourself,” he told her. Jim took the ruler in one large hand and approached her. El closed her eyes and steeled herself. “Open your eyes, El. While he's administering your punishment, I want you to think about how you treat your fellow employees." She did, just in time to see him strike her left breast. Whack! The first blow took the breath from her lungs. She shuddered and wiggled, trying to lessen the pain. Whack! Now on the right breast. El didn't know if she could stand it. Maybe letting him fuck her and being on display would have been a better choice. Whack! Whack! Top and bottom of her breasts. She was crying now, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She nearly sobbed with relief when Jack told Jim that was enough. He untied her. She sagged down, caressing her tender breasts, her eyes blurred by tears. "I'm going to go get a cup of coffee. You may thank Jim for helping with your training while I'm gone.” He left. "Th-th-thank you, Jim,” she said automatically, without looking up. Jim's deep voice startled her. “You need to be more polite, slut. Look at me."

She raised her eyes and through the fog of tears, she saw his long black cock, sticking out of his pants, right at the level of her mouth. Now she understood what Jack had meant by “thanking him.” She opened her mouth and took Jim's thick cock inside. He was too large for her to deep throat him, but that didn't seem to stop him from trying to force himself on her. She used one hand to stroke him in an effort to bring him off more quickly. That seemed to pacify him. She rubbed the shaft and suckled the head for several minutes while Jim built up a head of steam. El's pussy began to throb of it's own accord and she felt her wetness grow. It surprised her because she suddenly realized she wanted the big man's huge cock deep into her pussy. Would Jack allow it? Within a few more minutes, Jim came in great quantities. El choked on his sperm, much of it running down her chin and splashing on her breasts.

When he pulled back she immediately began wiping up his precious seed with her fingers and sucking the fluid from them. He tasted good. She looked longingly at Jim's softening dick. She wanted to get up and lay down on the desk for him, but she knew he'd already been satisfied. "You're a real sweetheart,” Jim rumbled as he zipped up. He turned and left. El felt her heart lurch when the door closed behind him. Jack must've been waiting outside, for he came in at once, a cup of coffee in one hand. "Now, what have you learned from this?” Jack spoke to her as if she were a recalcitrant child. El turned to attention to Jack, hoping he'd fuck her now. “To be nice to workers, no matter where I meet them.” She put her hand on his leg. Jack ignored the effort. “That's right. I'll take off another hundred off your debt. You may go." She scurried back to the door and put on her clothes. She winced as she pulled her top down over her sore breasts. She knew by tomorrow, she'd have bruises on them to match the ones on her ass. She decided to do whatever it takes to avoid further punishments.

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CHAPTER 6

El sat at her desk with very little to do, but she wasn't complaining. After all, her job required she be available to anyone who wanted her, as long as Jack said it was okay. She mulled over the amount of money she'd made in the past two days. Let's see, it was two-fifty each for Bob and Scotty, and one hundred each for the delivery boy and Tom. Oh! And Raphael. That's eight hundred. And another hundred today, so far. The numbers encouraged her. If she averaged eight hundred a day it would total four thousand a week. She took out a calculator and ran the numbers. Two hundred, forty-seven thousand at nine percent interest, comes to about two hundred, sixty-nine thousand. Divided by four thousand a week and that's.... She smiled when she saw the numbers come up.. Fifty seven weeks! That's just a little more than a year. And if she gave Jack the proceeds from the house and car, even less time.

Now she knew what she had to do. Rather than “endure” the fuckings and the suckings, she must encourage those opportunities. Of course, she never wanted to have sex without getting credit for it. Every cock she sucked brought her one day closer to being released from her servitude. And fucking was even better. She could make them wear condoms, rather than suck down a man's raw seed into her belly. And at two-fifty a pop, she could be making five thousand a week, if she worked at it. She replayed the scene in her mind this morning. When Jim slapped her on the ass, she should've turned and asked him if he wanted a blowjob or, better yet, to fuck her—as long as Jack agreed, of course. And when Jack offered her the choice of being fucked and put on display, she should've accepted the fucking. Not only would she have earned two-fifty, but no doubt others would've come in and fucked her. She could've made a couple of thousand before noon! It occurred to her she was rationalizing her actions, embracing her new life as a slut. And yet that voice deep inside her encouraged her: Don't forget how strongly you came when Bob fucked you. Her face grew hot. How could she be thinking about that?

She'd been used, it wasn't right. Yet, it had been a powerful orgasm. The best by far. The intercom buzzed. This time, her hand reached for her pussy before she picked up the receiver. “Yes, sir?" "I'm expecting a client at ten. I'd like you to bring us some coffee, but don't strip unless I tell you to." "Yes, sir.” She looked at her watch. It was barely nine-thirty. Coffee sounded pretty good to her, so she decided to get herself some. She rose and went into the corridor. When she entered the lunch room, there were three other employees there, two men and a woman. All conversation immediately ceased. They stared at her. El knew they'd been talking about her, about how far she'd fallen. Rumors must be rampant, since neither she nor Jack would talk about why she had become the company slut. That was the choice she'd been given—company slut or public thief. If she ever wanted another job as a CPA or a CFO, she had to endure this. "Hi,” she said brightly and poured herself a cup of coffee. "Is it true?" El turned. The question had come from Darlene, a heavy-set woman who worked the day shift.

"Is what true?" "That you've resigned from your position as CFO so you can ... um, er..." El flushed. “Yes?” She wasn't going to let Darlene off the hook. "That you, um, provide favors for workers?" "Yes, but only with Jack's permission." "Why?” The woman was baffled. El shrugged. “I like it." "You like to display yourself too,” said one of the other men, an immature young man she knew only as Steve. “I was there yesterday when you came down." "Sometimes,” she said simply. It wasn't true. She only did that at Jack's order. Being on display, naked or half naked in public, had proven to be much harder than simply fucking someone, she'd found. "Prove it. Show me your tits."

El almost refused the boy's impertinence. Then she remembered Jack's edict and the result of her rudeness toward Jim. She put down her cup and pulled up her top, giving him a brief display of her bruised tits. "God! What happened to them?" This from the third man, Ed, who's eyes seemed to bulge from his head. "I was ... punished." "Why?” Darlene asked. "I was rude to one of the workers." "Really, how?” Steve again. "I ... He slapped me on my ass and I glared at him.” El knew her face was red. She tried to cover it up by taking a sip of coffee. She regretted coming in here. All she wanted to do was retreat to her office. She started for the door. Ed grabbed her arm. “So if I wanted to slap your ass..." "Or grab your tits,” the boy put in. "...you'd have to let us?"

"I ... I think so. Mr. Sawyer just said not to be rude." "But if I wanted to bend you over the table and fuck you, Jack would object to that?” Ed moved closer. "Ahh, yes. Jack's in charge of all that.” She realized she'd forgotten to call him by his proper name. "So if Jack says you have to do it, you have to do it, right?" "Right." "But short of that,” the boy said, moving close to her other side, “we can fondle you, make you show us your body?" "Um,” El's confusion registered on her face. “I think so. I'm not sure. I'd have to ask Ja—, Mr. Sawyer." "But you just said you have to be nice to us,” Steve said. He reached out and stroked one of her breasts through the thin material. "It would be nice,” Ed said, emphasizing the word, “if you would show us your pussy.” He turned to look at Darlene, as if seeking approval. "Yeah, sure, I'd like to see it too.” El suspected the rumors about Darlene being a lesbian were probably true. El felt defeated. “Okay, but only for a second. Mr. Sawyer's expecting me back to meet a client." That elicited a lot of derisive comments about what she was going to do with the client. But they stepped back slightly to give El some room. She put her coffee down on a

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nearby table and hooked her hands under the hem of her skirt. "No grabbing, okay? I don't want to be late." She pulled up the cloth and let them see her bare pussy and bruised bottom. Steve and Ed whistled. Darlene looked wistful. When she pushed down her skirt, Darlene said, “It's not fair." "What's not fair?” Ed asked. "You guys get all the breaks. What about us girls?" El felt dizzy. "Yeah, what about the girls,” Steve asked. “I mean, if Jack told you to go down on Darlene here, would you do it?" She stared at the floor. “I guess so." Darlene brightened. “Really? You swing both ways?" "I've never done it before...”

The way she said it made it clear that she'd be willing to try it. "So in this contest with the night shift, you'd let the guys fuck you, but for me, you'd do what I wanted?" "Yes, I guess so. I mean, if Mr. Sawyer said so." "All right, Darlene!” Steve cheered. Darlene nodded, her face beaming. “Well, that's all right then.” She turned to the other guys. “So what say we beat those sluggard's on night shift and get us a piece of ass?" They laughed and El walked out, returning to her office. It was nearly ten. She sat and waited nervously. At ten exactly, she got up and returned to the lunchroom. Thankfully, it was deserted. She fetched a pot of coffee and two clean mugs with the Sawyer Metalworking logo on them.

She returned and knocked on the interoffice door, then entered. Jack was sitting in one of the easy chairs across from a well-dressed man in his sixties. "Oh, good, coffee's here." El resisted the fleeting urge to strip off her clothes, remembering Jack's orders. That was strange. Yesterday, it seemed so odd to be naked in his office and today, the opposite is true. She poured two cups and placed them on the low table between them and stood back. When she looked up, she found the visitor staring at her. She blushed and looked at the rug. "This is my assistant, El,” Jack was saying. “She helps me in many ways. She's part of our new ‘customer satisfaction’ effort." El's color deepened. The man didn't seem to understand. “Well, she's a pretty one, that's for sure. You married, honey?" El looked up, startled that he would speak directly to her. “Well, separated.” It embarrassed her to tell this stranger about her crumbling marriage, but she suspected Jack would be angry if she didn't tell the truth. "Well, that's too bad for your husband, but great for all the other young men out there,” the stranger said, smiling. "Oh, she likes older men, too, don't you, El?” Jack patted her ass lightly, then rubbed it possessively. "Yes, sir." The man started to catch on—he just couldn't believe it.

Jack jumped in to explain. “As you know, we've got the same capabilities as our competitors. Our prices are about the same, our work is excellent and so is our customer service. Others make the same claims, I know. But we have something they don't have.” He pulled El to his side and ran his hand slowly down her body, from her breasts to her pussy. El tried not to move. "We treat our customers right. We want you to be completely satisfied. Are you interested in finding out what Sawyer Metalworking can do for you?" The man's mouth opened. His eyes grew wide. “Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?" "Only if you're interested. I wouldn't want to insult you." "No, no,” the man waved a hand. “I'm not insulted. I'm sixty-one years old. My wife gave up on sex ten years ago. I just find it hard to believe that you'd offer this lovely girl to me as an incentive to get my business." Jack turned to El. “Show him your charms."

El's mind went blank as she stripped off her top and let her skirt puddle around her feet. "She's all bruised!" "Yes,” Jack said with a show of regret. “She's still in training. She needs punishments on occasion. But she still fires on all cylinders.” Jack gave her a little push from behind. El approached the man and sat down on his lap, then reached down to unbuckle her sandals. The visitor began rubbing his hands all up and down her body. "So you're telling me that if I sign with you, you'll let me fuck this beautiful girl anytime I want to?" "Well, not anytime. She has other duties she must attend to. But we can put you on her regular schedule." The man rubbed El's sore tits, but he addressed his question to Jack. She was merely an ornament. “How badly do you want this contract?" "Badly enough that if you agree to give us a portion of your business, I'll let you enjoy her talents right now." The well-dressed man thought for a minute.

“Tell you what, Jack. We've got a ball-bearing deal with Ashton that's coming up for renewal, and I'm not happy with their terms. If you can beat them, I'll give the contract to you." Jack thought it over. “I'm familiar with Aston's overhead. They've got a lot of debt they're carrying. I'd want to look over the figures, of course, but I'd say we can beat them easily. You've got a deal, Walter." El sat there, thinking how easy it was to do business when one side had a willing, naked female to use as bait. Her cunt had just tipped the scale for Jack. Idly, she wondered what the contract would be worth. Would he reduce her debt by that amount? It was something she hadn't thought of before. Jack stood up and shook Walter's hand. “I'm going to step out for a while to give you two some privacy. There are condoms in the desk drawer, if you need them. Have El call me when you're done. I'll be on my cellphone." He left, humming to himself. Walter turned to El. “Okay, let's get started. I want a blowjob as a warm-up to get me hard, followed by a good fucking." El thought: That's three-fifty off my debt!

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CHAPTER 7

Jack continued to hum as he strolled through the plant, checking on supplies and greeting workers. Many pulled him to the side to ask privately if it was true—that Ellen had gone from CFO to slut, available to them as a perk. Yes, it was true, he told them, but only if we can get productivity up and accidents down. "She's not going to just drop her drawers for anyone in the hallway,” he cautioned. “You've got to earn it." His cellphone rang after about forty-five minutes, and noted it came from his office, so he returned immediately. Walter was just leaving, promising him he'd send over the details of the contract for Jack to study. Jack told him he'd have an answer in less than a week. Jack couldn't help but notice the big grin on Walter's face as he left. El was facedown on the couch, somewhat breathless, her legs splayed apart. He went to her side, noticing the sheen of sweat on her body, the redness of her pussy, the bluish marks from her punishments. It bothered him that El bruised so easily.

He'd have to come up other punishments. He didn't want clients being put off by her bruises. "Give me all the details, so I can put it in your debt record." El sat up gingerly, but made no attempt to close her legs or cover herself. She told him that as soon as Jack left, Walter had her suck on his cock until he grew hard. “It took a long time, master,” she said. “He was kinda old." Jack knew she was finagling for a blow-job credit. That was fine with him. He never would have had a shot at the contract if not for her.

"Once he was hard, he had me climb up on the couch. I asked him to use a condom, but he refused, telling me that this contract is worth enough so that he shouldn't have to wear a raincoat.” She sniffled, as if it bothered her greatly. “I didn't know what to do, master, so finally I let him. I thought you might be mad if I didn't. He, um, fucked me hard, from behind. It kinda hurt, since my ass is still a little sore." "You did fine. Is his sperm still leaking out of you?" She bit her lip. “Yes, sir." "Show me." She reached down between her legs and brought up a glob of sticky fluids from her pussy. Jack could see the whitish mix of sperm within. “Okay, that's worth two-fifty, but I'm not so sure about the blow-job, since he didn't come." "But master!" "Tell you what. You scoop that from your cunt and swallow it, and I'll consider counting that as well." She paled, but did as he said. For several minutes, she brought her hand from her pussy to her mouth until Jack was satisfied. "Okay, come and look at how you're doing." She got up eagerly and kneeled next to his chair while he called up the spreadsheet.

So far, El had reduced her debt by twelve-hundred-fifty dollars. "Um, master, may I speak?" "Yes, slut." "These new contracts, contracts that I helped bring to you, like Walter's and Bob's. Will I get any credit for that extra revenue?" Jack had expected this. Sure, it would seem fair to reduce her debt—he never would've gotten that business without her. But that would mean a much shorter time that she was here, working for him, pleasing him, increasing productivity and bringing in even more clients. He hated to lose her too quickly. There was also her betrayal to take into account. "No, El, you won't. You agreed to pay off your debt at two-fifty a fuck and one-hundred a suck. I think any extra business you bring in will be your penance for being a thief for the last three years." "But that's not fair!" "Fair? You want what's fair after three years stealing from me, betraying this company?” He felt a flash of anger and decided he didn't want to get into an argument over what was fair. Jack went to the safe and removed a videotape. “I'll show you what's fair.” He put it in the VCR. El shook her head. “I don't need to see it. I remember it." Jack smiled thinly.

“This is a different tape. I edited it myself." The images came up: El, on her back with Bob pounding away at her, her mouth open wide in ecstasy. Then another shot of her and Scotty as he fucked her, her legs up high in the air like an energetic whore. Another cut: Then an over-the-shoulder shot of El giving head to an anonymous penis under her desk. El stood up, shocked. “You taped everything?" "Of course. Consider it protection. You stick by your agreement. When you've paid off your debt, I'll destroy all the tapes and write a nice recommendation for you. If you make any more noise about what you're ‘owed,’ I'll have you arrested. While your trial is going on, I'll send an edited version of this tape—with the images of the men blurred, of course—to the news stations. I doubt they'll be able to use it, but word about your little adventures will get out and you'll become a laughing stock. You'll never work for anyone ever again—except maybe as a hooker." She lowered her head and cried. "I don't want to hear any more about this, all right?" El nodded, tears streaking down her face. "Now that that's out of the way, this little talk has made me horny. Lie on the desk."

She looked up through her tears. “But, Walter just fucked me..." "That's all right with me. I don't mind." She got up and splayed herself over the desk, ass in the air. Jack reached down to stroke her pussy, feeling the wetness there from her previous fucking. For some reason, it turned him on. He thrust himself into her immediately, then reached around to rub her clit while his cock sawed in and out. She seemed to like that. She pushed back against him and pressed her head down on the blotter. She began moaning and moving her hips in rhythm with his thrusts. Jack couldn't hold back, he came with a rush. He kept rubbing her clit and in a few seconds, she came too. He could see a deep flush spread over her neck and cheeks. When he was finished, he pulled away, watching the drool of fluids leak from her wide-open pussy. God, she was a hot lover! He wanted to push her further, if he could. He allowed her to rise and go clean up in the bathroom. When she came out, he stopped her. “Let's talk about your stubble." She blinked. “Yes, master?" "Don't bother shaving tomorrow. I want you to have a Brazilian wax at a salon I'm going to send you to. They need some hair to work with, they tell me." Jack could see the color drain from her face. “But, sir—won't that hurt?” Her knees came together involuntarily. "It's possible, but I think they try to keep the pain to a minimum. But if you'd prefer, we could have one of the workers shave you every morning. I'll bet that would be a great incentive, huh?” Jack pictured her on her back on her desk, her pussy facing the door, while a different worker shaved her every day under the gaze of others in the corridor. El clearly didn't like that idea.

“No, that's okay. I'll go to the salon." "Great.” Soon, he planned to add other elements to the work she'd have done, but that would have to be arranged later. Ever since the idea had come to him yesterday, he'd wanted to add body jewelry to his company slut. It would make her more exotic and desirable. If he handled it right, it would also kill two birds with one stone. Jack remained dissatisfied with the bruises he and Jim had left on her body. It worried clients and it made him seem like an overly cruel master. But he was sure she'd need additional punishments. After her beatings, he'd bet she'd choose almost anything but that, including piercings. She didn't have to know that he no longer wanted to bruise her. "You may go,” he said, dismissing her. He returned to his desk, not bothering to look up as El quickly dressed and left. But he turned on his camera and watched as she settled in, her legs spread wide for him under the desk.

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CHAPTER 8

El's stomach was growling. She checked the clock: one-ten. She hadn't heard anything from Jack for more than two hours and wondered if she should just go to lunch on her own like she used to do or wait for his instructions. Remembering her many painful lessons, she decided to do nothing until he told her to. Suddenly, the intercom buzzed. Breathing a sigh of relief, El's hand dropped to her lap and began rubbing her damp pussy even as she picked up the receiver. "Yes, sir?" "El, I've been remiss. I should've sent you to lunch. Are you hungry?" "Yes, sir. Would you like something, sir?" "No, I'm fine. I'm meeting a client for a late lunch. Go ahead and take forty-five minutes.” The voice paused. “But first, come in for a minute." El's heart began to pound. Now what?

She dutifully entered the office and stripped, then knelt; it was becoming routine. "You've had kind of a light day today, haven't you? Just one fuck and two blowjobs. So I've got a way for you to earn some extra money." El didn't know how to respond. She wanted to turn him down and just be left alone for lunch, but she knew better than to refuse. "Thank you, sir. What can I do?" "You probably have forgotten, but Hank's retiring Friday. I told him to stop by my office at two today for a special thanks from me. Will you take care of him?" El's mind recoiled. A bigger pig than Hank she'd never met. He was a profane, loud misogynist who thought the world had been ruined when women got the vote. To be Hank's plaything worried her.

"Hank, sir? He's kinda rough, isn't he? He might hurt me if you're not here to protect me." "Hank? Nonsense. Sure, he's a little rough around the edges, but he knows better than to hurt our slut." With a sinking feeling, El knew she was trapped. “Well, all right, sir. I'll do my best." Dismissed, she dressed and escaped. She had no car, so she had to walk to a nearby restaurant. She had barely made it to the sidewalk when a car pulled up. Inside, she recognized two men from the day shift, on their way back from lunch. "Hey, Ellen!” The driver, a squat black man, grinned at her. His name came to her suddenly: Duane. "No, she's called El now, aren't you, gal?” the other worker put in, a skinny white man named Ralph. He'd apparently read the interoffice memo.

"Er, yes. Mr. Sawyer calls me El now.” She waved and started to walk away, hoping they'd let her go. But Duane backed up the car to catch up with her. "I also understand that you have to be nice to us workers,” he said, leering. El tried to set him straight. “Jack's in charge of all that,” she told him. “You have to clear it with him." "That's true,” Ralph added, “but the way I hear it, you gotta show us your goodies whenever we want." "Well, not out in public,” El responded, feeling the heat rise in her chest. “I mean, I don't want to get arrested." Duane reached around behind him and opened the back door. “Get in. Or we'll tell Jack how you weren't very nice." She wanted to refuse but feared additional punishment. She climbed in and closed the door. “Don't you guys have to be back at work?" "Yeah,” Ralph said. “But first, we want to see a little show. Let me see your tits and pussy." She pulled up her top, letting them have a good look.

They whistled and high-fived each other. "Now the rest,” Duane said. She left her top propped up over her breasts and lifted her ass up off the seat. She raised the hem of her dress, pushing her bare pussy out for them to see. Ralph reached out to touch her, but El didn't want to offer her services for free. She yanked her skirt and top back down and opened the door. "Hey, that's not very friendly,” Ralph said. "Like I said,” she told him. “You have to talk to Jack about that. I'm not supposed to just let everyone have at me all the time." They didn't try to stop her as she got out. As the car drove back into the lot, El could hear them hooting and hollering. She walked to the deli. She still had no money of her own, so if she was going to eat, she'd have to find Frankie. It wasn't so bad, she told herself. He's a sweet kid. Jack might even give her credit for blowing him again. Frankie was behind the counter when she entered the nearly deserted deli. His face lit up. “Hey, the Sawyer secretary! Glad to see ya!” Another young man just stared at her. El surmised that Frankie had spilled the beans.

"What can I get for ya?" She ordered a tuna salad sandwich and an iced tea. “Can I get that to go?" "Well, sure. In fact, I woulda delivered it!" "No, I wanted to get out and stretch my legs.” For some reason, both boys thought the line was hilarious. "Um, do you have any money?” Frankie whispered as the other man prepared her food.

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"No, I don't,” she whispered back, feeling the color rise in her cheeks. “I was wondering if we could have the same arrangement?” She couldn't believe she was offering to trade a blow-job for a sandwich. "Well, what about Sam?” He pointed over to the other young worker, a thin young man wearing glasses, who stopped making her sandwich long enough to tip an ear in their direction. El shook her head.

“Only one of you. That's more than fair." "Well, ya gotta give him something or he'll tell the boss that I'm giving away food. I'll get fired." El thought for a moment. “Would you mind if he watches?" Frankie gave a shrug and went over to talk with Sam. Sam said something back and Frankie came over to El. “He says if you're naked, okay." She nodded, sighing to herself. Frankie had to help another customer, but when the deli was empty, he lifted a section of hinged countertop and motioned her inside. They all went through the door into the kitchen area in back. "Okay, strip,” Frankie said. El yanked off her skirt and blouse, thinking how many times she'd stripped naked in the last two days. She couldn't even count. Sam stared at her when she was naked.

“You're all bruised." "Oh, that. I bumped into a door,” she lied. Frankie opened his pants, while Sam watched from a few feet away. He seemed fascinated by El, but didn't want to get too close. He must be really shy, she thought. She took Frankie into her mouth and began licking and sucking. Like most young men, he was rarin’ to go, even though she'd performed this same act just yesterday. She stroked her wet mouth up and down his shaft, both her hands holding tight to his ass. Within a couple of minutes, he came into her mouth. She swallowed the sweet cream, not letting a drop loose. When she was done, she stood and turned toward Sam. She felt kind of sorry for him. He made her sandwich, after all. "How about you?” she asked. “You want one?" Sam looked at Frankie, then at her, and shook his head. She could tell he was embarrassed to show his cock to his workmate. Just then, the bell over the door inside rang and Frankie grinned. “Don't worry, I'll get it.” He winked at El.

El walked up to Sam. He stood about her height. She knew that he'd probably been dismissed by many of the girls of his age group because he wasn't as big and strong like other boys his age. A classic nerd type. "It's all right, Sam. I won't hurt you,” she cooed. She felt Sam deserved a little attention in his life. Here he was, probably all of eighteen years old, and she doubted he'd ever had a serious relationship with a girl before. Now he was confronted with a naked woman, who seemed eager to seduce him. She could understand his confusion and reluctance. Sam looked at her nervously, and occasionally peered over her shoulder toward where Frankie had gone to help a customer. “Maybe Frankie needs some help,” he stammered. "You don't think Frankie can make a sandwich by himself?" He nodded and looked away, as if afraid to stare at her naked body.

She decided to take it slow. “You don't have to do anything. But if you'd like to touch me, it's okay." She took his hand in hers and placed it on her breast. “How does that feel?" "It's ... nice,” he said, letting his fingers gently stroke her. Emboldened, he brought up his other hand and touched her other breast. He watched, fascinated, as her nipples stretched out. "See, you're turning me on,” she said. In that moment, she knew if he asked her to fuck him, she'd do it. She wouldn't even mention it to Jack to get credit. But Sam was far too shy. He touched her, but he couldn't talk at the same time. It was as if his voice had seized up. She tried to draw him out. "Do you like them?" "Er ... yeah, I mean, sure...” he stammered. She captured one hand and brought it down to her hot, wet core. His eyes opened wide when he felt her wetness, the slippery fluids that coated her sex. “See? This means I'm ready for you,” she whispered. “Whenever you touch a girl here and she's wet like this, it means she wants you." "You, uh, want me?"


She leaned in close, so close one of her breasts brushed his chest. “Yes." "You mean, you'd like to, um ... you know." She spoke directly into his shell-shaped ear. “Never be embarrassed to say what you want, especially when you've got the clues in hand.” For emphasis, she drew his fingers again across her dripping slit. "You uh ... want to ... make love to me?” He said it as if he didn't believe it. She breathed into his ear. “Yesss. Where can we go?" He pointed to a door. “There's a storage room. It has big sacks of flour and such." "Let's go." Sam escorted El into the room and closed the door. To make sure they'd have some privacy, he dragged a heavy sack of potatoes up against the door. El looked around and spotted some flat sacks of grain along one wall that would do in a pinch for a bed. She lay back on them and spread her legs. For reasons she couldn't quite explain, this felt so right. It was something she never wanted Jack to find out about. This was for Sam, a boy she'd just barely met but understood completely. This was his therapy, his training. He needed this in order to feel like a man. He came over to her and looked awkward. “I don't want to hurt you,” he said, pointing to her bruises. "Don't worry, they've faded. I'm okay.” She didn't know if he believed her lie, but it didn't matter. She had given him permission. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down a bit. She could see his small cock sticking up, hard and ready. “Oh, what a wonderful cock,” she said, trying to make him feel more confident. "You really think so?" "Oh, yes. It's just the right size."

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He carefully spread himself over her. She could feel the head of his cock tickling her labia. He leaned in to kiss her and she accepted it gratefully. His breath was sweet, not sour like so many of the men she'd fucked lately. Their tongues intertwined. She felt his cock rubbing up against her. She spread her legs farther apart to make it easy for him. At first, he didn't seem to be able to find the right passage, so El reached down and helped him along. His cock slipped in. She could hardly feel it, except when it rose up and stroked her g-spot. She shifted her position so he would stroke it often as he moved.

Sam didn't last long. He was so excited by his first fuck that he quickly spasmed inside her. She could feel their fluids leak out around his softening cock. She feigned a climax so he wouldn't feel inadequate. "Oh, Sam, that was wonderful!” she gushed. “You're a good lover." He seemed thrilled. “Can we do it again?” Already his cock was started to regenerate. El couldn't believe it. Ah, youth! "Um, no, I've got to get back. As it is, I won't have time to eat the nice lunch you made. But I'm sure I'll come back for a visit again." That seemed to satisfy him. He got up and tucked his wet penis into his pants. She waited while he moved the sack of potatoes, then walked out to see Frankie standing there, a frown on his face. "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!

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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!"

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"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. "What's your offer?” Roger inquired. "Well, I can tell you in just a minute. My production manager promised me some last-minute figures before I left. If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll call him and then we can talk business. Do you mind if my assistant stays here?" "No, not at all.” Roger flashed her another grin. El knew this was her chance. Jack pulled out his cell phone as he left, pretending to call the factory. El watch the door close behind him, then turned all of her attention back to Roger. "So,” he said, breaking the ice, “how long have you been Jack's assistant?" "Just a few days. He's bringing me around to some of his clients so they can get to know me. I'm really glad he brought me today.” She gave him her best, shy-but-sexy smile. "Really? Well, I'm flattered. Tell me a little about your background."

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El began telling her about her college education, but wove in a sad tale about coming from a broken home and how hard it had been, living on her own. When Roger inquired about her religious beliefs, she told him how she had lost her faith in the church when her mother died at the hands of a drunk driver. "But God didn't cause that man to drink and drive,” Roger responded. "I know, but it was just so unfair. I felt betrayed. My father ran away when I was two and I've never seen him again, and my mom, my anchor, the one who took me to church every Sunday, died three months before I graduated from high school. I felt abandoned, not only by my parents, but by God as well."

"Oh, my child, this wounds my heart to hear your story! Have you had counseling to help you cope with your tragedies?" "No, sir, I haven't.” El blinked her eyes, trying to make tears form. “I probably should have. I went kind of wild after that, doing drugs and having affairs..." "Well, I'd be happy to recommend someone—" El blanched. “No,” she said quickly. “I'm really rather shy about it. In fact, I don't know why I've been telling you all this. There's just something about you that makes me feel very comfortable." "That's very nice to hear. You know, I almost became a minister at one time, way back when I was about your age." "Really? I'll bet you'd have made a good one. You have a way of understanding people. I'll bet that's why you're so successful." Roger was clearly flattered. They chatted a few more minutes, then Roger checked his watch. El knew too much time had passed—if she didn't entice him now, the moment would be lost. "I've really enjoyed talking to you. If you had been my minister, I probably never would have left the church."

Roger cocked his head. He hesitated for a moment, then said: “I'd be happy to talk to you again sometime, if you think it would help." She feigned embarrassment, as if she were unworthy of his attention. “Oh, I'm sure you're far to busy to spend time dealing with my problems!" "No, no. I'd like to help, if I could." El pressed the button on the cellphone through the pocket of her suit jacket, then told him: “Well, why don't I give you my phone numbers and you could call me?" He readily agreed. She wrote her home and work numbers down on a piece of paper he provided, just as Jack came back from his “phone call." "Good news,” he said, eyeing El, then turning his attention to Roger. “My production manager says we can beat your other deal by eight percent." Roger nodded and said that was certainly worth exploring. He promised to get back to Jack in a few days, after he discussed the offer with his executive staff. On the way out to the car, Jack whispered to El: “Well, did he bite?" "I think so. He has my phone numbers." "Good, girl!” They got in. “Now show me your pussy."

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CHAPTER 10

The next morning, Raphael, the Latino limo driver, picked her up. El was disappointed for some reason. Though Jack could be demanding at times, deep down she enjoyed being in his presence. She felt protected, somehow. Then again, she told herself, riding with Raphael was good for a blowjob, so that's a hundred she wouldn't otherwise have earned. He drove her to the plant before accepting her services. He made her remove her top so he could fondle her breasts while she went down on him. "Oh my pretty puta,” he said, shortly before he came into her throat. El dressed and got out, then went into the building. On the way, two co-workers asked to see her breasts, so she had to stop and flash them. Another followed her into her office and asked her to lift up her skirt. She obeyed, but when he put his hands on her ass, she told him to go talk to Mr. Sawyer, knowing that would cool his ardor.

The intercom buzzed. She reached over and answered it, letting her left hand rest against her mound. El absently began to rub herself, standing by her desk in full view of the corridor. Her action was automatic. The worker stared, then backed out of the room, shaking his head. "Yes, sir?" "Come in, slut." His tone of voice worried her. El came in right away and stripped. She wondered if she'd be better off just wearing a silk robe to work. "How may I be of service to you, master?"

He pinned her with his stern expression. “You've violated more of my rules, slut." Her mind raced. “What? What rules, sir? I've been very obedient." Jack began to tick them off his fingers. “One, when you were in the car with Ralph and Duane yesterday, you continually referred to me as ‘Jack,’ not ‘Mr. Sawyer', or ‘master', or ‘sir'. Two, you fucked a deli boy and didn't report it to me. Three, you were late for your appointment with Hank." El could only stare. How did he know all those things so quickly? "I-I'm sorry, sir. I didn't think you wanted to hear about the boy and I don't remember calling you Jack.” She couldn't come up with an excuse for Hank—she had been late, after all. Jack stood up and removed his belt. “I guess I'm just going to have to punish you until you learn." El's eyes flew open. She had just started to recover from her last beating. The bruises were just now fading. “Please, no! Anything but that!" He paused. “Anything?" She nodded, suddenly feeling trapped. She hoped he wouldn't tie her to her desk naked, in full display of the corridor. He'd threatened that before. "You didn't shave today, right?" El was taken by surprise. “Uh, no, sir. You told me not to." Jack made her get up and he inspected her stubble. He handed her a piece of paper. “Good. I'll have Raphael drive you to this salon.

Ask for Angie. They'll do the wax job, and I'm going to call them and add something else." El's hand flew to her mouth. “What? What are you going to do to me?" "Don't worry, it's not permanent. Just go and obey them. If not, you may assume the position.” He pointed to the desk. She stood. “No, sir. I'll go.” She visibly shook as she dressed and left. Jack smiled. “My little plan is working perfectly,” he muttered aloud. Of course, he made no call. It had all been arranged ahead of time.

[johnaturn]

nice story.. but would it be better if we get this in installments rather than the whole lump of story? nt easy to finish reading everything at one go.. keep us in suspense sometimes mah.. hehe...

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El's skin felt cold and clammy with nerves as she rode to the address Jack had given her. She sat in the back of the limo, completely naked except for her shoes. Raphael didn't want another blow-job, so he made her strip and sit in the center seat, legs apart, so he could see her in the rear-view mirror. The tinted windows kept her safe from prying eyes. They arrived at a strip mall and El got dressed. Raphael said he'd wait for her. She went into the salon and asked for Angie. A thin, bleached-blonde woman in her mid-forties wearing too much makeup came forward.

“Oh, you must be El,” she said at once. “We're all ready for ya." El noticed that Angie dressed a lot like she did—trashy and slutty. She had on a blue mini-skirt and a sleeveless white top, stained here and there with various potions and dyes. She took El into a private room. The act spoke volumes about what she might be in for.

"Take off your clothes." El obeyed automatically. She was beginning to hate the bother of clothes. She found she wasn't even embarrassed to be naked in front of this stranger. "Here, drink this.” Angie pushed a glass toward her. "What is it?” El looked at it warily. "Don't worry. It's just a mild sedative. Think of it as a cocktail." "But it's only ten in the morning!" "Honey, it will make you more comfortable and my job easier.” She shrugged. “Your boss suggested it." That galvanized El into action. She drank the liquid quickly. It had a medicinal taste. Angie seated her in the reclining chair. El became alarmed when she began strapping her wrists and ankles down. “What are you doing? Why do I need these?" "Relax, doll. I just want to make sure you don't jerk. I don't want to hurt you." "Please! I don't like this!” El wished she'd taken the whipping with Jack's belt. “What are you going to do? Please tell me!" "We're going to do a Brazilian wax and then we're going to install some very nice pieces of body jewelry." El tried to get up. She felt suddenly woozy.

“No, I refuse! Tell Mr. Sawyer I'll take the spanking!" "Too late, honey.” Her voice seemed to come from far away. El tried to struggle, but her arms and legs were increasingly unresponsive. Her mind remained alert, but her body seemed to belong to someone else. It reminded her of the feeling she got when she smoked pot. She giggled.

"That's the spirit,” she heard Angie's voice from a distance. El watched with detached amusement Angie adjusted the chair, separating her legs up and apart. She remembered being on her back on Jack's desk, like a Christmas turkey, while he shaved her. She giggled again. It was fun to watch the stylist work. Angie scooted up between her legs and examined her coarse stubble. “Not sure we have enough to work with,” El heard her say, “but we'll give it a go. You can always come back for additional treatments." She painted her mound and sides with a thick, sticky wax. It felt warm and good. Angie then laid thin strips of cloth over it and left them on a long time until the wax hardened thoroughly. El stared between her legs as if she were watching a nature show. When Angie began yanking the strips off, El felt a slight tug, but otherwise it didn't hurt much. She could see as the strips came off that there was some hair stuck to the undersides. "That's better,” Angie said when she was finished. El felt her rubbing all around her pussy. She wished she'd rub her clit.

“You still have some hairs that were too short to grab, but if you don't shave for three or four days, you can come back and we'll take care of those." The experience really wasn't so bad. Was she done? No, she recalled, Jack had wanted something else. In place of a punishment. What could that be? She watched, detached, as Angie went to the door and left for a few minutes. When she returned, another woman accompanied her. El felt exposed with her legs still up and apart like this, but it seemed more comical than embarrassing. She giggled and tried to wiggle her body at the new girl but her motor control was weak. Angie came and stood by El's head. “This is Claire. She's the piercer." Piercer? Did that mean what she thought it meant? Suddenly, this didn't seem so funny. “Whaaa?” she said, her voice slurring. “I doan wanna." "Shush, just relax. You won't feel a thing. Claire's really quite good at this." El watched as Claire rolled her chair up between her legs. Angie adjusted the neck brace to tip El's head up a bit more. She wanted her to see what was being done to her. Did Jack tell her to do that? Was that part of her punishment? Claire took a tube of salve and rubbed some into the mound above El's slit. It felt soothing.

Soon she grew numb down there. Claire pinched the fold of flesh right above her clit experimentally. With her other hand, she began rubbing her clit gently with her thumb, causing it to rise to greet her. El tried to fight the feeling, but she was helpless. If she'd just keep it up for another couple of minutes... Claire looked up at El. “I'm going to put a gold ring down here." Her orgasm retreated. El shook her head and pulled at her bonds. "It's okay,” the woman said. “I'm not going to pierce your clit—that's way too painful and doesn't provide the desired result.” She held up a small gold ring, about the diameter of a pinkie ring, thin at the top and thicker at the bottom. “This is going to go through the skin just above the clit. The bottom part, which you can see is heavier, will bounce against your clit with every step—that is, if you don't wear underwear, which I'm told you don't.” She patted her upper thigh, just inches from her throbbing pussy. “This is a good thing, El, you'll see. A lot of women do this to keep them in a near-constant state of stimulation." El thought about that for a second. Claire made it sound pretty good. “It woon hurr'?" She laughed. “No, it won't hurt. It's going to feel woooonderful." El relaxed a little then and watched her work.

Claire carefully measured where the upper part of the ring should be hung in order to let the bottom part hit just the right spot on her clit. She made a tiny dot on El's skin, then pinched it, drawing it away from the sensitive nerves underneath. With a piercing tool, Claire punched a thin hole through a fold of flesh. El felt only a pinch. Working quickly, Claire pulled back the prong and threaded the ring through. She wiped up the blood and daubed the area with a healing salve. “There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

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El looked down and admired the gold band. It shone against her bronze skin. “It's bootiful,” she managed. Claire brought out another tool, one that was plugged into the wall. “Now normally, these are made to be easily removed. But Jack asked if I would solder it permanently.” She caught El's surprised expression. “Oh, it's really not permanent. If you ever want it off, you can come to any good piercing studio and they'll remove it." The soldiering iron hissed and there was a brief feeling of heat and then it was over. Claire brought over a mirror and tipped it up so El could see. The ring lay right at the edge of her pussy, so the bottom part hung over onto the slit. She could see her clit, though fading, poked out just under the edge of the shiny gold ring.

"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 get ting credit, she only cared about getting fucked. Her clothes fell to the floor.

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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.

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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. "You didn't use a condom?" "No, sir. There, um, wasn't time." He laughed and told her to get dressed. Her clothes seemed tight and restrictive. In the car, she opened herself for him and let his fingers dance over her damp pussy, occasionally tugging at the ring above. It made her squirm in her seat. Jack dropped her off at her house, and handed her the cell phone, telling her to call him when she needed a ride. The realtor's car was already parked out front. He was waiting on the porch. He came down, greeting her like a long-lost relative. El knew he was eager for a commission, but she could tell he was interested in her as well.

His name was Robert Abernathy, which brought a flicker of a smile to El's face—looks like she'll be fucking two Bobs today. This Bob was completely different—he was of average height, slender, and handsome in a prep boy kind of way. He couldn't be more than thirty-five. They toured the house. It wasn't a big house, so it didn't take long. El managed to flirt with Bob as they walked through the rooms, at once point brushing one of her breasts against his upper arm. El told Bob about the first and second mortgages, and some other debts that had piled up while Bill had been unemployed.

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"All the furniture's going to be sold or put into storage in the next few days, I think,” El said. She'd have to ask Jack. “I should be out of here within a week." "Well, I don't think you're going to clear much from this place,” Bob was saying, “but it will be good for your credit rating to get out from under it." "You know, I've had a lot of difficulties lately. My husband left me, I've ... been having some trouble at work and I nearly lost my job—is there any way you could trim your commission for me?” She batted her eyes at him. He grimaced. “Uh, I don't know. You know, six percent is standard in our industry, and we all adhere to it, so if you're thinking you can get five-and-a-half or five percent in a bidding war, you probably won't find someone. And if you do, they'll be beginners or incompetents."

It was a well-rehearsed lie, but El figured many sellers bought it. But she had already done the math. “The problem is, Bob, you'll get more out of this house than I will, after I split everything with my husband." "Well, I don't know what we can do about that,” he said suggestively. El knew he was interested, but she was waiting for him to make the first move. She decided not to beat around the bush, so to speak. “I'll tell you what,” she approached him and put one hand on his shoulder, “if you cut your commission by a percent, I'll let you fuck me once a day for the next two months. And if you cut two percent off, you can fuck me once a day for the next five months." Bob's eyes grew wide. El could see him thinking, running the numbers. It was a fair deal. “You mean, like, anytime? Like right now?"

She nodded, then stepped back and pulled her top off. When he saw the rings, his cock swelled in his pants, forcing him to tug on his belt to give it more room. “You've got nipple rings,” he said stupidly. "Yes, I just got them today. You like?" "Uh huh,” his head bounced up and down. His eyes never left her breasts. "There's more to see—and experience. But let's decide, shall we?” She moved in close until her ringed nipples were rubbing across his Brooks Brothers shirt. "Uh, how do I know this is on the level? How do I know you won't go back on your word later?" "I always honor my commitments,” she breathed into his ear, running her hands through his carefully combed hair. “Besides, if I failed in my duties, you could call my boss, Jack Sawyer." "You mean, he knows about this?" "Mr. Sawyer knows everything about me,” she said simply. "He, uh, won't get involved in the, you know..." "The sex?” She laughed. “No. He'll leave that to me. But he'll make sure I follow through." "That's a strange working arrangement you have there." "I suppose it is.” She stepped back. “So, what's it going to be—or do I have to call another realtor?" "Uh, no! Don't do that. I'll take it. I mean, I'll take the two-month deal, for one percent off." She came back into his arms. “Tell you what, Bob. After two months, when you will have wished you'd gone for the other deal, I'll let you fuck me anytime after that for, um, seventy-five bucks a lay.” She knew she'd be getting credit for two-fifty from Jack. She could see him calculating the figures in his head.

“But, that's a lot more than I'll be paying now!" "Well, then take the better deal. If you don't, I know you'll regret it later." He thought about it while El stroked his hard cock. “All right! All right! You win. Two percent off and I can have you any time over the next five months." "No more than once a day, okay?" He nodded. "Great.” She hooked her thumbs into her skirt and slid it down her thighs. Bob's mouth dropped open when he saw the ring through her skin, just above her slit. "Good god!" "It makes me horny all the time, Bob,” she said, taking his hand and letting him touch it. “Do you want to start right away? Because I'm so horny I can't stand it." His head bobbed up and down. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He pushed her back onto the couch and thrust into her without any foreplay. El didn't need any—she was always ready. She lolled back and let him have her. It felt so right to be fucking a stranger in the house she had shared with Bill. She had gotten into this mess because of him and now she was fucking him out of her system, right on the couch they used to share. Bob came quickly, apparently overwhelmed by her charms. El squeezed her legs around him, enjoying the sensation of his cock throbbing inside her.

After a minute, he pulled away and grinned. “You understand I really am going to fuck you every day, don't you?" El thought if he comes that fast every time, it won't matter a bit. She could take ten minutes out to fuck him while she's getting ready for work. “Sure,” she said. “You just have to call me first so I can fit you in." "Fit me in? You said anytime." "Well, yes, but you aren't the only one I'm beholden to." He opened his mouth, then closed it again. “You mean, if I just show up, I might run into someone else?" "Yeah. That doesn't bother you, does it?" "Uh, no, I guess ... Wait. Yes, that does bother me. Who are all these other guys? You know, I could catch something here." For the second time that day, El realized she hadn't made her lover wear a condom. What was she thinking? Bob was right. “All of the men are healthy and respectable. I'm not a street hooker.” She shrugged. “But from now on, you should probably bring some condoms. I normally make my lovers wear condoms, but something about you just made me forget." The flattery pleased him. “Well, all right then." "Well, I've got to get back to work.” She pulled out the cellphone and dialed Jack's number. “Hello, Mr. Sawyer? It's me. I'm all done here." "Good. How did it go?" "Fine. We came to an arrangement about the commission."

El rubbed her clit with her free hand while she chatted, completely unaware that Bob was staring at her all the time. When she hung up, she caught his expression. “What?" "You were masturbating while you talked to your boss." "Oh, that. Yes, he orders me to do that." "He orders you to?" "Yes." "Do you do anything he orders you to do?" "Pretty much.” She didn't want to get into a philosophical discussion about her limits. They seemed to be expanding all the time anyway. "What if I ordered you to do something?" El smiled. “You can only order me to fuck you, once a day for the next five months. That's all.” She dressed and headed for the door. "Wait, I have one more question." "Yes?” She turned, her hand on the knob of the house that used to be home. "Where will you live, after the house is sold?" "Oh. I'll be moving in with Jack. He'll probably be handling all the arrangements, the moving, the sale, you know." "You'll be living with him? But, won't that affect our deal? I mean, won't he object?" "Object? Hell, this was his idea! No, it won't matter. He's not going to watch. That's not his thing." She left Bob standing there shaking his head and went out to wait for Jack.

[LeDivorcee]

CHAPTER 12

As she had expected, El got a call from Roger, the straight-laced equipment-maker. She was sitting at her desk, naked, of course, her pussy satiated for the time being from a new client—John or Steve—she couldn't really remember. After a bit of small talk, Roger offered to sit with her and “counsel” her the following night, and she readily accepted. Jack told her to wear something sexy, but not slutty—at least for now. Fortunately, he'd kept most of her old clothes, just for this purpose. She put on a white (virginal) blouse and a knee-length tan skirt. She asked about underwear, but Jack didn't think it would be necessary. They met at Roger's church, which was deserted except for a Bible study group in one room. Roger took her into a spare office on the other side of the church “so they wouldn't be disturbed.”

They sat opposite each other, knees nearly touching. They talked for a time about El's difficult childhood. She hadn't gotten enough affection, she told him, sniffling into a tissue. She let Roger touch her whenever he wanted, under the guise of consoling her when she described a particularly difficult moment in her life. She was a good actress and needed a lot of consoling. When Roger “accidentally” brushed one of her breasts as he reached to hug her, El grabbed his hand and pressed it against her. Roger seemed surprised, and started to pull away, but then he felt the nipple ring. He stopped and asked her why she did that to herself. "It makes me feel sexy and worthy of a man's love,” she told him. When she saw the unasked question on his lips, she added, “I could show it to you, if it's not too sinful for you to bear." "Oh, no, my child,” he replied, a little too eagerly. “Nothing you do under the eyes of God is sinful if you don't have lust or hate in your heart."

With that, El unfastened her blouse and let one breast peek through. Roger had stared at it a long time before he reached out and touched the ring, carefully. El could see the nipple swell to its full length. He tugged it gently, causing El to tingle all over. "You're not wearing a bra,” he said. “Why not?" El almost told him that Jack doesn't let her, but caught herself in time. “They're too confining, especially with the rings." "So you have a matching set, then?” Clearly, he wanted El to show him her other breast, and she obliged. When both breasts emerged from her blouse, his breath flowed into his lungs like someone coming out of the ocean after a long dive. He placed his hands on her breasts like they were gifts from God. Which, in fact, they were. Then El leaned in close. "There's one more,” she whispered and from his expression, she knew right away she had him. He covered it well. He feigned ignorance of such things, pretending that she must have been talking about a navel piercing.

When she said the words “clit ring” his eyes widened and she could almost hear a choir of angels in the background. "I've never seen such a thing,” he said softly. El believed him. "Would you like to see one?" "Well, I wouldn't ... I mean, uh...” he stammered. "No, it's all right. I feel very comfortable with you.” She pulled her skirt up and he goggled when he spotted her shaved pussy and shiny ring. She looked down and noticed her slit was expanding and filling with fluids. "You don't wear underwear?" "No, it interferes with my ring. It has to hang down like this to work." He asked why she needed it and she explained that because she had felt abandoned in her youth, that sex gave her back that feeling of closeness. And the clit ring was a substitute for sex because she didn't have a man in her life. This was technically true—she had several. "So if you had a man, would you remove it?" "I don't know, Roger. It makes me feel so sexy all the time, I don't think my man would want me to, do you?" "Er, may I touch it?" "Of course.” She spread her legs apart.

He slid to the edge of his chair and brought one finger carefully to the bottom edge of the ring, trying not to touch her skin. But his finger bumped her clit, which was standing at full attention, as usual. When she jerked, he pulled back. “Did I hurt you?" "Oh, no. It just makes me really ... horny.” Sitting there with her breasts spilling out of her blouse, and her skirt pulled up, she cooed: “Am I a sinner, Roger?" He stammered, working hard to placate her. “No, sex is not a sin, my child. It's God's greatest gift to us. And the wearing of jewelry is not a sin, per se. I think, however, that God would prefer you simply had sex the regular way than walk around with a device, you see." "And if a lonely girl has no one? Then what should she do?"
"Uh, well, I don't know,” he said, staring at her charms. “Prayer, of course." Ellen flipped down her skirt in disgust. Roger hurried on, “In your case, however, perhaps a substitute might be in order. Someone with experience, who had your best interests in mind, you know. Someone you wouldn't fall in love with because you are waiting for your true love to appear." El smiled. “Where could I find someone like that, Roger?" "Er, I'd be happy to counsel you, until you found a man your own age."

And that became their term for it: Counseling. He didn't even take off his clothes. He just unzipped his pants and fucked her, hard and fast, on the couch in the office. When he came, he shouted, “Glory, Hallelujah!” Rather than laugh at him, she shouted, “Oh God!" The next day, Roger signed a contract with Jack, adding another ten percent to Sawyer's slice of business. After that, El made weekly trips to Roger's church for “counseling,” which consisted of nothing more than several “Glory, Hallelujahs!” and “Oh Gods!” by both parties. El found his religious fever only added to his stamina. Not once did he ask her about birth control and not once did she ask him to use a condom.

[LeDivorcee]

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.

[LeDivorcee]

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.

[LeDivorcee]

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. Everybody was nice here at the plant and they really watched out for her. Even Ben, the night watchman, came by last evening to check on her, to make sure she was okay. She'd been asleep and woke to feel his hard cock laying along the crack of her ass, his arms around her. She knew it was him because only three people now had the key to her apartment: Sam, the day guard who stood outside and helped her keep her appointments, Ben, and, of course, Jack.

She also knew it was Ben because he always fucked her in the ass. At the end of the day, when her pussy got a little sore, she liked to be able to switch over to the lesser-used passage. Not that she'd complain, of course. Ben hadn't spoken to her—he often didn't during his visits. He simply retrieved the lubricant she kept in the nightstand and began to rub in on his cock. Then he had pressed his slippery tool into her sphincter. She had groaned and wiggled her ass to make it slide in more easily. Once firmly seated, he had pulled halfway out and began pounding her in earnest. El remembered how her body had been jerked back and forth until he came in a rush. He had held her close for a minute, his fingers exploring her jewelry, but he didn't rub her to a climax. She didn't know why; it wasn't her place to ask. Then he had gotten up, taken a couple of tissues out of the box on the nightstand and left. "Night, Ben,” El had called after him, “See you tomorrow." There were a few day visitors who liked her ass, but most seemed to prefer her pussy for some reason. Some liked to tie her up first, which meant Sam had to come in and untie her after they left. Somehow, he always knew when to do that. Naturally, if no one's looking, he often slipped his cock in for a quickie, but El didn't mind. After all, it's her job. And she's very good at it. Everybody tells her so.

THE END

[LeDivorcee]

nice story.. but would it be better if we get this in installments rather than the whole lump of story? nt easy to finish reading everything at one go.. keep us in suspense sometimes mah.. hehe...

Well... It is pretty hard to find a balance... But I have got lots more from where it came from... So keep looking at this section... Will be posting regular stories...

[oeioei]

Arright....camping here now.....

[peileng]

thx for the paragraphing.. good story..

[LeDivorcee]

Thank you bros for your support. Although I don't really deserve the points since the stories are not originally mine. But nonetheless, the points are welcome. Please keep posted on Adult Discussions about Sex for my new stories threads.

[Spurslover]

Yo Bro,

Its the effort that counts, man.;)

Too bad I have no such ability to up people. If I have there are certainly some bros that deserve to be up with their effort and 1 of them is you bro. Keep up the good work.

Cheers...:cool: