J. McKenna - Office Slave

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 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?"