Ray Majors - Laura_s Training Camp

"While you were in prison?" she asked, and his eyebrows went up.

"How'd you know about that?"

"I have access to the personnel records."

"And it don't make any difference to you?"

"No-especially not since you were a counterfeiter, the elite of the inmates, the high society of the cons. I suppose that gave you certain privileges in prison. I mean, you didn't go entirely without sex."

He looked at her with new respect. "How does a broad like you know what goes on in the joint?"

"I've been around," she said, and deliberately turned her back on him to bend over and reach her bra, presenting him with what she knew was a grand view of her black-clad bottom.

He drank it in. His prick further stiffened in his hand at the sight of those heavy ovals of flesh, straining to get free of the flimsy film of black satin. Her skin was very white against the black, and up between her legs where the flesh was warmer and softer, its tone grew subtly darker. He licked his lips and asked, "Were you a stripper? Or a hooker?"

Facing him again, she laughed and said, "Let's say there were times I didn't give it away. I'm not ashamed of anything I did, or of anything I do. Are you?" she asked, with a pointed look at his cock. It was amazingly reinvigorated, and the sight of it, stiff and strong, reminded her of the first attraction she'd had for him even before she'd seen him.

"I thought you were beat," he said.

"Between my boy friend and you, I've had enough here for today," she said, sliding pale fingers over the slick bulge of her crotch. "But not here," she said, and turned to pat her ass. "Know what I mean? Being a con, you should."

He grinned and said, "I sure as hell do. I like fucking ass almost as much as I like fucking cunt. And ever since I started working here, it's been on my mind."

"I don't blame you," she said, drawing her panties off again. "Not with Laura Dandridge showing hers off every day."

"You know her?"

"I've seen her. Are you making any headway with her?"

"I'm making it with you, baby. Bring it over here," he said, licking his lips with exaggerated gusto. "Bring it over here and let me warm it up before I slip you the meat."

"You know," she said, "I could get to like you."

Laura came awake slowly. Her hand was clamped between her legs and her nightgown was twisted around up under her armpits. The bedclothes were equally tangled, as were her first waking thoughts, drugged with sleep.

She'd been running all night, churning her legs endlessly through the thickly impeding sheets. She'd been running away from some unknown horror, stark naked, with unseen eyes looking at her so that she'd had to try to cover her private parts with her hands as she ran. This and the awkward bouncing of her breasts, grown immensely large, had further slowed her in her flight. The thing behind her had been about to get her. The obscenities swelling from the throats of her spectators had told her that. She'd been unable to scream, though she'd tried. She'd surrendered the last vestige of her modesty in favor of pumping her arms up and down to run faster. Still it was gaining on her. Then, open-mouthed and unprotected, she'd come face to face with a black-masked highwayman on a huge black stallion, bearing down on her to pin her to the ground.

The alarm clock had saved her, but the dream still was so real that she wanted to scream, the penises sticking out at her, so huge and black and ugly. She sat up in bed and covered her face with her hands, hiding her quaking breasts in the crooks of her arms. In just a few moments she was all right again, and she pulled down her nightie and swung her legs off the bed. Her feet struck the chemistry book, torn and mutilated in her nightmare. It was from the company library, and she'd have to replace it. She prepared for work as eagerly as she had on her first day at Consolidated.

Laura could feel the color rising to her cheeks as she said, "Do I have to tell you exactly what I saw him doing?"

"Yes," Markham said. "I can't reprimand an employee without specific grounds."

"But it was moral turpitude, and it says in the union contract that's grounds for discharge," she argued.

Chuck chimed in, and not on her side. "Laura, you'll have to tell us exactly what you saw. Was he doing something by himself in the pilot plant?"

How could one verbally describe the raw, animal coupling she'd had to witness, the heaving, sweating bodies, those expressions of carnal lust? But she did it. She said, "He was having sexual intercourse. With a woman. In the pilot plant."

"The horny devil," Chuck said with a grin, and Laura's face, already red and hot, grew more feverish still.

"That is fairly serious, Chuck," Markham said. "Even though it was after working hours."

"Fairly serious?" Laura spluttered. "Wh-why, if I'd had the power, I would have fired him then and there. Here, too!'~ -

"You don't know the girl?"

"No," ~he sullenly replied. "She's probably in the steno pool, though. And probably still on her probationary period, so it should be easy to fire both of them."

"I'll go and have a talk with Perry," said Markham, and rose from his desk.

"Do you want me to phone Personnel?" she asked.

"Not till I get back."

He left, and Chuck turned Laura to face him. There was still the trace of a grin on his face as he said, "That must have been quite a shock for you, seeing them like that."

"It was the most awful thing I ever saw! They were… they were… doing it, right there on company premises!"

"Honey, there's probably quite a bit of fooling around that goes on here every day. Look at us," he said. "It's just a matter of degree."

She started to protest, to tell him that their love could in no way be compared to the brutal spectacle she'd seen, but he cut off her words with a kiss. He'd kissed her a few times at the office before, but never right there where anyone could walk in and see them together, and never with such passion. The others had been quick-fond little pecks-but now he had her a prisoner in his arms, hugging the breath out of her and mashing his mouth very forcefully on hers. It was fully as passionate as when he was kissing her goodnight at her door, and she knew he was doing it to prove his point. It was having more than just that effect on her, though.

It was making her undulate her body closer to his, feeling the warm, soft bulge in his pants as she gripped his white shirt in both fists. It was making her loins feel wonderfully full and warm, and her vagina tickly and humid, and her nipples swollen and hard. His tongue pushed at her lips, and even that felt good for a moment, until she vividly pictured the tongues of the ex-convict and his whore lasciviously intertwined, and that made the kiss almost as dirty as what she'd witnessed, and Laura broke away from it.

"What a thing to do! Are you trying to get us fired too?"

His grin was foolish now, as foolish as young Stanley's, as he shrugged and said, "The way you were starting to loosen up, it might be worth it."

"I'll loosen up when we get married," she said, stamping off to her desk. "If we get married."

For a moment it looked like he'd follow after her, and for that moment she felt almost as afraid as she had when she'd thought Coleman was coming after her the day before. But then he sighed and went to his desk and busied himself with his books.

Markham was back in half an hour, and from the expression on his face, Laura knew that he'd at last seen the seriousness of the matter. He looked grimly resigned to what would be an unpleasant task, and Laura wished she could do his firing for him. He came and sat on the edge of her desk, something he rarely did, and smiled sadly as he spoke.