5 comments/ 75815 views/ 4 favorites Bank Secretary Ch. 01 By: merylit Chapter One – The Interview Tessa Truman entered the elevator adjusting her tight black mini skirt and wondering if she should have worn such a ensemble on this, her first job interview in three years. She decided that being well under 30—24 to be exact— it was still allowable and now in fashion again to wear minis, always her favorite. Also, she felt the tasteful black sequined sweater complimented her long black hair and green eyes and altogether made the outfit. The $58 sweater Simon had given her such fits about, the sweater and ensuing argument that no doubt necessitated her seeking employment again in the first place. That and her "idle time", as Simon referred to it, being taken up in ways and means that did not at all please him. The elevator was rather crowded. Tessa made her way toward the back, sighing inwardly, "another stinking secretarial job," she thought, as the elevator doors closed. Before they reached the second floor, Tessa felt someone's hand moving up beneath her tight black mini skirt. Easily manipulating her flimsy black panties, a probing finger made its way inside her. She instantly became wet, getting wetter as the floors came and went, doors opening and closing, people getting off and no one getting on. Tessa couldn't help herself. "Oh, God," she thought, "Simon's right." Soon the stranger's thumb joined his pleasure-giving finger. Moistened, the thumb parted Tess's well shaped buttocks and drove in. Tessa gasped slightly, quickly covering it with a slight cough. No one turned to look. No one ever did in elevators. "And no one ever does this in elevators!" Tessa thought, more and more excited and wet, as the finger and thumb went in and out, in and out, expertly and in perfect unison. "Maybe I am a nymphomaniac. Just like Simon said." As the elevator rose, the stranger from behind raised his free hand, holding an expensive looking umbrella, and with it punched the 18th floor. Tessa had earlier pressed 19, the top floor, location of the FNS Bank. What FNS stood for Tessa had no idea, but her friend Linda had suggested the Bank needed a secretary, and Tessa had phoned for the interview just that morning. "What's going to happen when we reach my floor? Or his?" Tessa wondered and soon found out. As the final passenger vacated the elevator on the 17th floor, Tessa remained frozen, breathless. The elevator stopped at 18, but the doors remained shut. "Please kneel down," the stranger commanded in a crisply distinct and pleasant English accent. Tessa did as she was told, "Thank God it's carpeted," ran through her mind as she knelt down on all fours. The stranger, laying aside his elegant umbrella and briefcase, lifted Tess's mini skirt and pulled down her flimsy black panties, never for a moment removing his massaging digits. Tessa heard the inevitable "zip" and rustle of fine suit material. "He smells good, too," she noticed. Polo she guessed. Tessa was oozingly wet as the stranger easily entered her, keeping his thumb in place. "Oh God, Oh God," Tessa murmured, as she also could not help doing in the throngs of orgasm after orgasm. The stranger pumped away, thumb and penis. Tessa could not decide which felt better. Simon would never consent to any anal sex, no matter how many times she begged him to do so. Finally reaching a dramatic climax the stranger quickly removed himself, emptying semen into a silver vial and snapping shut its cover. Tessa remained stationary on all fours. Exhausted. On impulse the stranger braced Tessa's taunt abdomen upon his knee and spanked her bare bottom three times with his now gloved hand. Tessa moaned one more "Oh, God!" and came again. "I thought as much," the stranger mused in his crisp English, gentlemanly tone, dabbing his handkerchief at Tessa's wetness and helping her into the panties and brief skirt. Tessa turned to look at her molester and saw Roger Moore standing before her, or at least a facsimile of Roger Moore, when he was forty, that is. "Fits the accent," she was thinking. "Miss Truman, I presume," he spoke, helping Tessa to her shaky feet. "Why, how did you ..." "You're hired." "But ..." "Oh, so sorry. How rude of me. Dr. Samuel Johnson, President, FNS Bank. I assume you are the Tessa Truman with whom my institution was to interview within, let us see," looking at his intricately beautiful, obviously expensive, gold watch he took Tessa's hand, long red nails glistening, in his perfectly manicured hand, "fifteen minutes?" Tessa could only node in the affirmative. A good handshake, a grand lay, Tessa thought. And now what? What have I gotten myself into this time? So many things ran through her mind. What eventually emerged from her full, red-lipped mouth, however, was simply, "Why didn't the doors open?" She noticed Dr. Johnson punching the 19th floor again and the elevator moving. "There is no 18th floor." Again slightly amused and confident and suave. "We've reserved that floor for just such circumstances as these. Once punched for 18 the doors will not open. Time is, as it were, at a standstill for all practical purposes. And, my darling, these are the most practical of purposes. Wouldn't you agree?" Tessa agreed. If only Simon could, just once, be that way. Tessa thought, straightening her mini, making certain no telltale residue was seeping down her black, thigh high stockings. It was not. The good doctor had done a good job. And he mopped up well, too, afterwards. Bank Secretary Ch. 02 Chapter Two – The Physical Dr. Johnson held open the door to FNS Bank for Tessa, who entered, still somewhat confused. "Mary Beth, this is our new secretary, Tessa Truman. Ms. Truman, meet Mary Beth Wonton, our receptionist." "Miss Wanton," Tessa proffered her long, slender hand. "WonTon, like the soup," the receptionist snapped, and then smiling broadly inquired, "Nice trip up the elevator?" Tessa, flushing still further, said nothing. "Ms. Wonton," Dr Johnson continued unruffled, "there will be the usual formalities ... employment application ... scheduled physical ..." "What usual? We've never had, that is, the organization has never had a secretary before. Ah, still the perfect bitch about it, isn't she, thought Dr. Johnson, but merely replied, "Ms. Wonton, please issue our standard application form. I shall arrange the physical exam. Thank you." And he exited, all pomp, circumstance and canned semen. Scowling after Dr. Johnson's departure, something amusing apparently passed through Ms. Wonton's mind as she, smiling broadly, pulled out an application form and rose from her desk. "This way please," Mary Beth Wonton led Tessa into a secluded room. "If you will just sit here," indicating a chair behind a broad oak desk, "and fill this out. Take your time. Dear." Without any warmth, Tessa definitely decided, and cynical as hell. Oh well. There's always one in every organization. Not right off the bat for the most part, but there always does turn out to be at least one bitch. Though Tessa had never met an Oriental bitch before. The application was only one page, your basic information: name, age, address; last place of employment; who to call in case of emergency. Tessa decided not to risk leaking any erotic residue on the fine oak chair and completed the form standing up leaning over the fine oak desk. "What! You're done already?" Mary Beth exclaimed when Tessa returned the form to her desk five minutes later. "It wasn't all that complex," Tessa replied. "Well, I mean. Oh, never mind. Larry! Donny! She is ready for the physical." Mary Beth cried out. The nineteen-year-old twins Larry and Donny instantly appeared in green hospital garb. "Follow them." Ms. Wonton told her. The twins led Tessa down the hallway to an antiseptic looking room and began systematically removing her clothing. "Hey, wait! I can do that," Tessa protested The boys merely smiled in explanation. And Tessa allowed them to continue, realizing again that this was not your average job interview. Larry was slowly unfastening Tessa's bra while Donny, equally as slowly rolled her black thigh hose down, one at a time. They handed Tessa a pair of green crotchless underpants and matching green bra with holes for the nipples to protrude. They indicated she should put them on and climb up on the examining table. Tessa donned what there was of the outfit and climbed up on the table noticing the stirrups. "A gynecological exam?" she wondered, "and for a secretarial position?" Larry and Donny lowered a bar they then attached to Tessa's exposed nipples. The bar felt heavenly. It felt like a warm friendly mouth licking, sucking and gently biting each nipple. Shortly after Tessa began moaning, Larry and Donny exited the room. And immediately thereafter a man introducing himself as Dr. Williams entered. "Pleased to meet you, Miss Truman. Feet in the stirrups please." Again, Tessa did as she was told. "Everything looks fine from down here," Dr. Williams said from down there. He had apparently taken a pap smear, the only one Tessa could remember ever having that didn't hurt. Not one bit. In fact, it was rather enjoyable. "Procaine," Dr. Williams later explained. Plus the fact that he was massaging Tessa the whole time and had turned the magic massaging breast bar up to full capacity. "And now," Dr. Williams unzipped and entered Tessa; her feet were still in the stirrups. Upon completion Dr. Williams pulled out and emptied into a silver vial, snapping tight the plastic cap, just as Dr. Johnson had done. "What kind of a bank is this, anyway?" Tessa inquired, still panting. "Why, the First National Sperm Bank, my dear. I thought you knew." Dr. Williams, distinguished looking referred to all women as 'my dear'. "Sperm bank," Tessa muttered. "No. No, I didn't know." "We also deal in, shall we say, specialized accommodating paraphernalia, which happens to be my specialty." "Specialized accommodating paraphernalia?" "Yes, such as that Titilizer you've been linked to. We've lately been a work on a portable model to fit inside the bra. "Great idea," Tessa thought. "There will be one more of our associates, Dr. Smith examining you – not specifically for the physical – and then our resident Ph.D. in genetics. Enjoy, my dear." Dr. Smith turned out to be tall, dark, a little sinister, and handsome with an oral and, Tessa would later discover, anal fixation. Dr. Smith was also FNS Bank's accountant. The oral sex provided Tessa little rest. She wasn't even expected to swallow, for, as with Drs. Johnson and Williams, Dr. Smith saved his semen in a silver vial, snapping shut the plastic lid. Dr. Smith had invented one of his own specialized accommodating paraphernalia—the Ever-Growing Penis—which was even better than the Titilizer. Once inserted, the Every-Growing Penis was true to its name. "Quite satisfactory, Tessa. Quite satisfactory indeed," Dr. Smith helped Tessa to her feet. "You may keep that," he told her when she offered to return the Ever-Growing Penis. "Dr. Doctor will be in shortly." "But,..." but Dr. Smith was gone. "Dr. Doctor?" Tessa wondered. Bank Secretary Ch. 03 Chapter Three—Dr. Doctor David Doctor, Ph.D. reminded Tessa of James Earl Jones. Big and tall and black, with a very authoritative voice. He was also very kind. "Dr. Doctor?" Tessa inquired as the large man entered. "There's no need to call me Dr., Miss Truman. I'm not a medical doctor, merely a Ph.D. despite the unfortunate surname. Pleased to meet you." He proffered his hand. He had such a kind, warm smile. Firm, friendly handshake. "You too." And Tessa meant that. It had been quite a whirlwind morning, especially for a woman who'd been trying for so long to deny or hide the fact that she was a nymphomaniac. She just couldn't face it. But this morning it didn't seem so important to deny or hide her suspicions. It just seemed almost heavenly. "My degree is in genetics, Miss Truman." "So Dr. Williams told me." "However, as one of the principles of the FNS Bank, it is also my responsibility to, ah, interview our employees." "I understand," Tessa assured him. "So, if you would be so kind as to merely touch me. Just for a moment." "Certainly." Tessa placed her hand on Dr. David Doctor's fine tweed trousers. The immensity of his subsequent erection caused her to gasp, draw her hand back. "Don't be frightened, Miss Truman." "Tessa," Tessa whispered. "I'm not." Just impressed she thought, unzipping Dr. Doctor's pants for him. "It might be less painful this first time if you turned around, leaned over the table a bit." "Ah, God!" Tessa exclaimed, as Dr. Doctor entered her. "I'm ... sorry ..." "Don't ... be ..." "It's always been ... more of an ... embarrassment ... to me than ..." When it came, the ejaculation was as big as the Doctor. Tessa noticed Dr. Doctor carried a slightly larger vial. "Tessa, who didn't smoke, felt like lighting up a cigarette afterwards. She also felt like thanking him. Instead she asked, "Why is Mary Beth so, um," "Bitchy?" Dr. Doctor supplied. "Exactly." "Well," Dr. Doctor contemplated how to phrase it, "Larry and Donny are off limits—you must always remember that, all right?" "Sure." "They're genetically unfit for our purposes here at the institute, bank, that is. They have a combined I.Q. of, well, it doesn't matter, but they are definitely taboo, particularly to you. Also, they are mutes. One of the reasons they're working here." "I understand," Tessa assured him, although the mute part confused her somewhat. "And, well Mary Beth was not so very long ago caught sandwiched between Larry and Donny in the storage room. We consider her somewhat contaminated as a result." "Oh. I see." "Incidentally, we'll need to attain some background information on your husband or boyfriend. I'm assuming you're monogamous at this point?" "Certainly." And Tess had been, too, for four long years, right up to the point she couldn't take it any longer and had seduced the 18 year old newspaper boy. She hadn't even really managed it, since Simon had come bursting through the door shortly after the unfortunate and adorable boy had entered her and moved in and out. Just twice. Even that being enough for the sex-starved Tessa to come. And then Simon had to come in and nearly ruin the best orgasm she'd had in four years. It was an embarrassingly painful memory. What would you like to know?" Tessa inquired, then supplied, "I'm not married but I have been living, faithfully, with one man for four years. He's positively heterosexual, somewhat staunch and boring, and a junior bank executive." Tessa was rather surprised she'd blurted out such information. "Anything else you would like to know?" "That will do nicely," Dr. Doctor smiled. For some reason Tessa loved that spaced-tooth smile. It was so reassuring. "You may get dressed now, Miss Truman. Ah, Tessa." "Thank you." And she meant it. She was longing to touch him again. Just one more time. "I'll try to visit you later. Possibly this afternoon." Dr. Doctor said, perhaps guessing her thoughts. "I'd like that." Tessa donned her black outfit. Bank Secretary Ch. 04-05 Chapter Four—Home Again, Home Again That night, for the first in as many as he could remember, Tessa didn't hound Simon for sex, for which he was grateful. "So, you got the job I assume." "Uh huh." "And you like it?" "Oh yes," Tess assured him. "Good night, Simon. I've had quite a busy day." Tess was asleep almost immediately, dreaming of doctors, doctors, doctors. After three weeks of no sexual activity and not being begged for any, Simon began to wonder about his decision to send Tess back into the working world. "Just what is it you do there, at the bank?" He inquired. "Oh, typing, filing, lost of exhausting busy work, running errands. I'm coming and going all day long." "It certainly does seem to be wearing on you," Simon agreed. "Just exactly what is FNS Bank's affiliation?" He wondered. "Out of New York. They're a sister company of some big fat New York bank," Tess bluffed. "Something like that. They've been in business for quite some time now." Don't say you're going to check it out. "Maybe I'll check it out." He always said that. Fortunately, he rarely did so. Being a "junior executive" he knew precious little about precious little, including how to check anything out, even, Tess often felt, a library book. Tess, on the other hand, loved to check out library books and did so often—anything from anthropology to ancient mythology, Greek classics, and greats of the English and Russian literary world. Tess had been picked up by Simon four years ago at his office where she was playing the part of a receptionist. He'd asked her out for lunch. She had suggested the Hilton down the block from their office. Lunch had turned into room service and an hour of the best sex Simon ever encountered. The very next day Simon had insisted Tess quit the company and move into his apartment, demanding only that she stay there and keep house. Bed, however, was the only thing Tess could keep very well. Four years later things had petered out, so to speak. Then Simon had discovered Tess in the act of molesting the paper boy and sent her out to work. "Good decision," he decided. "Damn good decision." "God, what a break," Tess sighed to herself, "What a wonderful job." * Chapter Five—The Viewing Room Tess had just that morning discovered the pop up Ever-Growing Penis attached to her office chair and had been amusing herself with it all morning. Mary Beth had apparently expected Tess to find it on her first day when she'd sent Tess in to fill out the employment form. The chair was an invention of Dr. Williams', and he'd named it the Secretary's Best Friend. "Tess," Dr. Smith's voice came over the intercom, "Come in here please, I have dictation for you." "Sure," Tess snapped the Ever-Growing Penis back down to where it protruded under the office chair. Soon it would deflate and become flush with the chair bottom. Dr. Williams, from the viewing room above Tess's office snapped shut his silver vial and returned to his office down the secret back stairs. He had an idea for a great new invention thinking he might name it after Tess. "Yes?" Tess entered Dr. Smith's office. "Over her," Dr. Smith indicated she should place her dictation pad on his desk. "Lean over the desk. I have a special treat for you." Tess did as she was instructed while Dr. Smith lifted her red knit skirt. "Spread your cheeks, please." Uh oh, here it comes, thought Tess, what she'd been fearing and fantasizing about for years. The Dr. was picking up an apparatus that looked just like ... "A turkey baster?" Tess inquired. "Not exactly. We call it the Butt Baster. Keep them spread now." The Butt Baster's contents felt warm and tingly. There was a wonder numbing sensation and only a slight short scream from Tess as Dr. Smith entered and began pumping away furiously, one round taunt cheek clutched in each hand. "Regarding ... your recent order of ... ten gross Ever-Growing ... Penis's ..." My God, he really expects me to take dictation during this! Tess thought. But then he came. And when he came, he stayed. That part felt good too. "Can't save the specimens from this," Dr. Smith panted, exiting. "Too high of a contamination risk." Dr. Smith pulled a large box of FNS Bank's patented Sanitation-Lubrication Wipes (known as Sani-Lubes) out of his lower desk drawer. "I'll just clear up a bit --you do the same—and we can get on with this letter. Orally. Should give me enough time for a real specimen donation." Dr. Smith always referred to his sperm bank contributions as specimen donations. He sat down in his soft, cozy swivel rocker, a soft cushion at his feet for Tessa to knell upon while taking notes. "Now, where were we?" He began. Where were we? Tess thought. You were up my... "Ah, yes. Dear Ms. Chandler: Regarding your recent order of the Ever-Growing Penis. Our order department [which Tess knew consisted of Larry and Donny] was perfectly correct in sending you ten gross of this product, as your request stated 'ten gross Ever Growing Penises'. The fact you intended "gross" as an adjective is not our concern. Sincerely yours, and so on." Tess removed Dr. Smith's personal growing penis from her mouth long enough to giggle. "Silly, spoiled sorority girls," Dr. Smith explained. "Serves them right. Actually, they'll probably make a fine profit selling them off to the silly spoiled fr fr fr FRIENDS." Dr. Smith often tended to stutter and shout towards the end. "Place this in the depository on the way out, would you?" he asked, snapping shut the plastic cap to his silver vial and zipping up the fly of his expensive black suit. "Thanks so much." Then he was back to pouring over the accounts of FNS Bank's Specialized Accommodating Paraphernalia Department, Dr. Williams' specialty. After depositing Dr. Smith's specimen donation, Tess was sitting back at her Secretary's Best Friend chair and desk, where she discovered the present Dr. Williams had left for her. And Dr. Johnson, having watched the dictation procedure from above Dr. Smith's office, snapped shut his silver vial and moved on to take a seat in the Viewing Room above Tess's office. Bank Secretary Ch. 06-07 Chapter Six—For Tess "For you, Tess. For your pleasure. Naturally." Dr. Williams had written on the note card which was taped to the gift. The gift or present or whatever looked to Tess like a small hair accessory. Non decorative. "If you can't determine how to work it, give me a buzz," he'd ended the note. After a five minute assessment, Tess's curiosity had gotten the better of her. "I give up," Tess told Dr. Williams, the gynecologist, over the phone, "Be right there," he told her. "Better yet, come here." Dr. Johnson moved along the Viewing Room booth to seating above Dr. Williams' office and lab. "Up in the stirrups again?" Tess inquired. Not necessarily the stirrups, dear. Just hop up here and relax." Hiking her skirt up, Tess hopped up on Dr. Williams' table. It seemed natural to spread her legs apart. "Perfect," Dr. Williams exclaimed, massaging her clitoris gently before attaching what Tess thought to be a hair barrette. Tess moaned. And moaned again. And groaned and longed for, soon begged for an Ever-Growing Penis. "Nice, huh?" Tess moaned again, loudly. "It's a Clit Clip!" Dr. Williams exclaimed excitedly. "Don't you love it?" Tess indicated she did indeed love and made a lunge for Dr. Williams' penis. "Not yet, not quite yet, my dear. I want you to wait until you're so wet that you're absolutely dripping ... well, I guess you are," Dr. Williams surmised after touching Tess, "works better than even I thought it would!" He was ecstatic. As much with his invention as the act it would soon bring forth and enhance. Tess was enraptured and nearly begging. "All right, my dear, all right." Dr. Williams accommodated her, fulfilling his specimen donation quota for the day and then some. * Chapter Seven—Coming Late "Damn," Tessa muttered to herself on the way up to FNS Bank. That's morning's argument, one in a long series of arguments with Simon, had caused her to be late for work. Late for the only job she'd ever loved and never wanted to screw up. So to speak. She'd just seated herself at her desk when the phone rang. "Miss Truman," Dr. Johnson always called Tess Miss Truman. "Yes?" "Please report to my office." "You were, let us see, 15 minutes late this morning, were you not?" He asked, or told her, when she arrived. "Yes, sir." "Hhmm. I expect we'll have to deal with that, now won't we." "I suppose so." Tessa was feeling a little frightened and terribly excited all at once. "Lean over the desk, please." Tessa did so as Dr. Johnson lifted her purple dress and ripped down her matching crotchless panties. Then he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a whip. "My God!" Tessa exclaimed, suddenly more frightened than excited. "Don't worry, Miss Truman. It's Dr. Williams' new 'Leaves No Marks Spanker'". And he began spank/whipping Tessa. "One, Two, Three, Four, Five ..." Dr. Johnson had to admit no marks were being made on that glorious ass of Tessa's. Tessa had to admit it felt wonderful and only a little bit painful. Dr. Johnson had been assuring her a little pain was good. She also had to admit to herself that she agreed with this theory of his, too. She did love the twice weekly elevator excursions with Dr. Johnson, which he insisted were good for her; he ended each with a sound hand spanking. This morning had been one of their scheduled excursions, which probably accounted for his ire. "Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen!" Dr. Johnson ended with a flourish, panting somewhat. Since the tenth strike, Tess had been madly searching through Dr. Johnson's top right drawer for a Clit Clip or an Ever-Growing Penis or even a flat ended pen, but found nothing of substance. "Please ..." she moaned when Dr. Johnson had reached his fifteenth markless mark. "I need," "I know what you need, my dear Miss Truman. Therein lies the punishment, don't you see?" Dr. Johnson then kept Tessa in his office taking dictation for a full twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of torture away from her Secretary's Best Friend and her personal Ever-Growing Penis. Bank Secretary Ch. 08-10 Chapter Eight—Relief When Tess was finally released from D. Johnson's office, she fairly ran to Dr. Doctor's. He was on the telephone with his back to the door when she opened it. Crawling across the floor, she unzipped his trousers, began kissing, licking. "I ... I'D better call you back, Dr. Peckers, ah Peters. Yes, yes, I'll DO that." "Darling," Dr. Doctor smiled. "I need," Tessa gasped and climbed on board. And from the viewing room above, Drs. Johnson, Smith and Williams, too, spent an enjoyable hour. Chapter Nine—And Late Again Five weeks later Tessa was late again. This time due to Simon having left her without a car, since his was in the shop. This time she was 35 minutes late. And this time she was sent to Dr. Doctor with an over-sized Butt Baster. When Tessa entered Dr. Doctor's office he was on the phone, presumably scheduling another in the never-ending series of genetics conferences he attended throughout the year. Tessa missed him when he was off attending conferences. She waited now for him to get off the phone. "Yes, Tess?" "I was, ah, late again." "And ..." Tess displayed the Butt Blaster. "You were sent here for punishment?" "Uh huh," Tessa was becoming breathless. "I'll do my best not to hurt you," the kind Doctor assured Tess. You always do, Tess thought. Drs. Johnson, Smith and Williams had taken their seats in the Viewing Room. Aware that Dr. Johnson, FNS Bank President was no doubt viewing from above in the secret balcony Viewing Room, Dr. Doctor instructed Tess to lean over his fine, aged desk, on the side away from a direct rear viewing by Dr. Johnson. "Don't touch me now," he whispered to Tess after inserting the Butt Blaster's contents, "just let me ease in." "All right," Tess was suddenly more excited than terrified, remembering the size of Dr. Doctor's member. While leaning over his desk, Dr. Doctor again whispered in Tess's ear, "They may be watching. Pain's too much. I'll just pretend and follow through. You must trust me on this. Watching? Tess wondered. Dr. Doctor inserted his two large sized thumbs up Tess's ass, "Scream," he was about to whisper to her, but she had begun doing so anyway. He then surreptitiously placed one of her slender hands on his already forming erection and entered it into her other available orifice. Tess felt confused but realized she should continue to seem in great pain as she commenced coming repeatedly, as she always did with Dr. Doctor. She felt wonderful fifteen minutes later when Dr. Doctor did the same and remained in place. "Cannot save the specimen from this," he said for the benefit of the onlookers, "too much risk of contamination." "I understand," Tess followed suit, mopping up with the handful of Sani-Lubes Dr. Doctor had passed to her. In turning to face him, Tess whispered, "I think I love you." He smiled his spaced-tooth smile and rested one of his giant paws upon her breast. The last whisper he was able convey was, "I am looking forward to when I may actually kiss those marvelous lips." After Tess left Dr. Doctor's room, Dr. Johnson buzzed him on the intercom. "Nice fake, Doctor; next time we expect the real thing." Chapter Ten—The Conference Five months after Tessa Truman had been employed at FNS Bank Drs. Johnson, Williams, Smith and Doctor left for a four day conference on sperm banks which was being held in Atlanta. Upon leaving, they placed Mary Beth Wonton in charge—Tessa being a relatively new employee, and the Drs. no longer being concerned with how Mary Beth would occupy her time with Larry and Donny. Dr. Smith, however, left all the bank's video cameras turned on. Ever since the day of supposed punishment with Dr. Doctor Tess had been curious and curiouser about Dr. Doctor's comment 'they may be watching'. One afternoon during the doctors' absence, Tess went into FNS's storeroom with a rather substantial phone order from a local fraternity for Lease No Marks Spankers. Not being able to locate Larry or Donny, she began cautiously walking about the storeroom. It seemed vast, well stocked and totally empty of people. "There must be someone else here to fill the orders," she was thinking, when she heard muffled screaming or crying or moaning—she couldn't decide which or where it was coming from. It seemed to be emanating from all sides of the large room at once. Then she noticed a flickering light toward the high ceiling and in the dimness finally made out a flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs there was a door that opened onto a finely carpeted room or corridor. Tess followed the corridor for several yards before gazing out the smoky glass windows, the two-way mirrors that looked down upon it all—the examination room where she had been disrobed by Larry and Donny and "interviewed" by Dr. Williams, then her office with the Secretary's Best Friend chair. Continuing her walk around the corridor she saw the offices of Dr. Johnson, Dr. Smith and Dr. Doctor, all within full view from this corridor, as well as Dr. Williams' gynecological rooms where he created his inventory of inventions. "So, that's it. We're fueling their tanks—or at least I am—at all times. No matter who I am with. Or without." The thought saddened her momentarily, until she remembered Dr. Doctor trying to warn her about it. She felt such a sudden flush of lust and love for Dr. Doctor that she longed to remain at her Secretary's Best Friend until his return and was setting a course to do just that when she heard the moaning, crying, whimpering noise again. It seemed to be coming from the very end of the richly carpeted corridor. Tess, hurrying toward the sound came upon another two-way picture mirror which revealed an elaborate gymnastic center, a large room set off somewhat from the circular arrangement of viewing rooms which constituted the offices of FNS. Looking down through the mirror Tess saw Mary Beth naked and tied to a set of parallel bars. Larry had forced himself into her mouth while Donny beat her mercilessly with a Leaves No Marks. "Help! Help me!" Mary Beth cried when Larry had finished. Tess ran down a staircase closest to the gymnasium. "Stop it, you morons!" She attempted to wrench the Leaves No Marks from Donny's hand. His free hand held tightly onto hers. "Grab her," Mary Beth instructed Larry. "Fell for it, huh, hot pants?" She smiled triumphantly. Larry and Donny drug Tess over to a hanging ring and tied her hands to it. "Strip her." Mary Beth instructed. The boys began removing Tess's clothing, much more roughly this time than before her interview exam, lingering over the breasts and massaging her before attaching the Clit Clip Mary Beth handed to them. "Why?" a bewildered Tess asked of her. "Why not?" Mary Beth responded, still smiling, licking Tessa's breasts, firmly clutching one round firm buttock in each hand. Tess tried not to respond, though her nipples were becoming hard and the Clit Clip was doing its job. "I may be a nymphomaniac," she thought, "but I am not a lesbian." "You don't have to be a lesbian to enjoy it," Mary Beth said, as if reading Tess's thoughts. "I am not enjoying it." "You will. Believe me. Hoist her up, boys." While Larry and Donny pulled the ring up high enough that Tess's feet were off the gym floor, Mary Beth inserted into Tess the biggest Ever-Growing Penis Tess had ever seen. "Like it?" Mary Beth taunted, "Special order from Dr. Williams. Christmas present, actually." Big as the Ever-Growing Penis was, it slipped in fairly easily. To her disappointment, Tess was already wet. Very, very wet. "Spin her, boys." Larry and Donny, each grabbing a handful of Tessa's ass, set her spinning until she screamed from the pain in her hands and the size of the penis growing within her. "Let her down and bring her over to the table." Mary Beth was certainly enjoying herself. Tessa rubbed her bruised wrists and took this opportunity to try to escape. She was quickly apprehended by the boys. "Oh, my. Now this calls for punishment, little nymph." The boys held Tess down while Mary Beth spanked her until her hand hurt and Tess's glorious ass was bright red. Tessa was trying very hard not to cry. "Okay. As I was saying, over to the table. Face down." Donny forced himself into Tessa's mouth, as Mary Beth donned Dr. Williams' invention, the Best Man—a giant strap-on dildo he'd come up with years ago—and forced herself between Tessa's buttocks. "The Butt-Blaster, please!" Tess slurred around and between Donny's thrusting. "Take it like woman, a real woman." Mary Beth screamed out as Larry entered her from behind, also without benefit of the Butt Blaster. Mary Beth, you see, was a masochist as well as being bisexual and a nymphomaniac—the major reasons she had been replaced by Tess—although Dr. Doctor had been too kind to mention this to Tess when she'd inquired about Mary Beth's bitchiness toward her. Dr. Doctor's tale about Mary Beth being "contaminated" by the intellectually inferior twins was just that, a tale. One which now terrified poor Tessa. "Just one entry from these morons, and I'm done. Forever!" Tess thought. "Through, finished, fired from the greatest job a girl—at least this girl—could ever hope for! Oh, God, I've got to prevent that at all costs!" After Larry, Donny and Mary Beth—who had inserted an Ever-Growing Penis in herself—came, Mary Beth removed the Best Man from Tess and said, "Now, for the one we've all been waiting for." She grabbed a hold of the hanging ring, hoisting her legs up and grasping her ankles with her hands. "Face first, again, nymph." Donny forced Tessa's face between Mary Beth's legs. "No. no!" Tess struggled so that Donny had to hold her head in place, though she refused to open her mouth. "Oh, the hell wit it, then, just stick on the Clit Clip and stick her nose in it," Mary Beth decided. Donny, as always, did as he was told, then prepared to enter Tessa from behind as Larry was doing so from in front. Tessa, however, struggled so violently from the very idea of their entry and her subsequent job loss that Larry found it necessary to bind her hands, and spreading apart her long lanky legs, tied each to a 50 pound barbell. Tess was sobbing, tears running down upon Mary Beth's already moist Clit Clip, thinking her job and therefore life were over, just as the FNS fire alarm began screeching as a result of the cigarette Mary Beth had left burning at her desk. The cigarette had fallen and set fire to one of the largest orders FNS Bank had received that year. An order for 2,000 Clit Clips, 4,000 portable Titilators, and 1,000 Leaves No Marks Spankers. An Order from the Holy Sisters of the Sacred Secret Catholic Church. The mute twins released Tessa at the sound of the siren and ran from the building with Mary Beth calling behind them, "Wait, you moronic cowards! It's probably just another false alarm!" The afternoon's fun, she realized, was over, for her anyway. She crumpled down into a pile of self-moistened pity, remorseful at just how much further she could have carried the fun. Tessa ran toward the source of smoke and arrived at the receptionist's desk. Seeing the order burning up before her eyes, Tessa—a formerly devout Catholic—crossed herself and attempted to salvage what she could of the paperwork. The fireman arrived to see a totally naked Tessa blotting wet tissues over some paperwork. Their looks were of surprised befuddled delight as Tess carelessly explained that her clothes must have burned in the fire. The firemen didn't need any further explanation and were most gracious about helping Tess into some extra fireman's garb, insisting she be taken down to the paramedics' exam, even though she could think of nothing by Dr. Doctor. "At least I wasn't contaminated by the mute twins," kept running through her mind. Bank Secretary Ch. 11-14 Chapter Eleven—After the fire Nothing much was mentioned about the fire after the doctors returned. Tessa had managed to salvage enough of the holy Sisters of the Sacred Secret's order to ascertain their address and write them a discrete letter asking that they reorder, which they did. Mary Beth behaved herself, and the twins made themselves scarce, filling orders and cleaning up the debris from the small fire. Tessa longed to tell Dr. Doctor what had transpired but feared doing so. She now knew what he meant by "they may be watching". She longed to talk to him, period, about anything almost more than she longed to touch him and have him touch and enter her. Dr. Doctor, however, had been very standoffish since his return with the other doctors from the sperm bank conference. He was polite and courteous, as usual, but there was something missing, something wrong here. Tessa knew it. She worried herself day in and out about it, to the point where she didn't even hear Simon's constant rambling complaints at home. One night she even let Simon enter her, only later realizing she'd been fantasizing about Dr. Doctor for the whole six minute duration of Simon's entry and exit. "No. I can't take much more of this," she thought. "I've got to say something, anything to him." ------------- The truth of the matter was that since the sperm bank conference all the doctors at FNS had been busy and preoccupied about new federal regulations that were soon to come into effect regarding sperm banks. So preoccupied, in fact, that Dr. Smith had forgotten all about leaving the video tape on during their absence and therefore had not played it back yet. And, aside from the biweekly elevator excursions with Dr. Johnson, Drs. Smith and Williams had hardly called upon Tess at all. Tess worried that they were far behind in their specimen donations. What worried her most of all, though, was that she had not been with Dr. Doctor at all since his return two weeks ago. What was preoccupying Dr. Doctor so much these days since his return was Tessa. He feared he was falling in love with her and didn't know what to do about it. Oddly enough, her nymphomania did not appear to Dr. Doctor as an obstacle to their relationship. His major concern was that he knew his father, a Black naval officer, and his mother, a Puerto Rican teacher, would never forgive him for marrying a white woman. They had told him so, many times. Chapter Twelve—The Home Front "No! Don't change the channel." "Why?" :That's James Earl Jones." "So?" "I just want to see him." "Ah, he's merely another big, fat, black, space-toothed mother." "He's wonderful." Really he is. "I think you're crazy." "I love him." Tess confessed. "By God, now I know you're crazy," Simon grabbed his leather jacket and stormed out of the apartment. It didn't take much for Simon to storm out of their apartment these days. And Tessa, curling up on the couch with her personal Ever-Growing Penis, Clit Clip, and the Dr. Doctor look-alike movie star's movie, was certainly glad about that. Chapter Thirteen—The Elevator One morning Tessa waited around the corner from the FNS Bank building's first floor elevators hoping to get on the same elevator with Dr. Doctor. She'd hid behind a pillar when Dr. Johnson entered the elevator. Fortunately, Dr. Doctor didn't arrive in time for that one. But he did arrive a few moments later. Tess scooted in behind him, going toward the rear of the elevator. After a few floors of nervous trepidation, Tess reached out and pressed the 18th floor herself. When the elevator stopped on 18 with only Tess and Dr. Doctor still on board, she thought from his surprised look that he knew nothing of the infamous 18th floor ride. "It won't move until we've pressed 19. The doors won't open either." "Oh, I see." Dr. Doctor seemed amused, wondered momentarily which of his cohorts had introduced Tessa to the 18th floor. "Dr. Doctor," Tess began. "David." "Dr. David," for the first time Tess felt nervous in her favorite Doctor's presence. "I'm in love with you, too, dear dear Tess." You are? Is what Tess had meant to say, but what came out instead was, "Then why have you been so cold and distant since the conference?" "Precisely because I believe I am in love with you and I'm not quite sure what to do about it." Tessa moved closer to her Doctor and touched him, ever so gently. The subsequent erection nearly broke the good Doctor's zipper and did split his trouser seams. "Tess, I..." "What? Did someone tell you what happened while you were gone, or what?" "No. Why? What happened, Tess?" "Nothing." "Tessa, you can tell me," Dr. Doctor assured her. "Nothing noteworthy. Mary Beth's a bitch. That's all" "Did she hurt you..." the question trailed off as Tess attempted unsuccessfully to put Dr. Doctor's erection in her mouth. Dr. Doctor lifted Tess up and planted her wetness upon it instead. Tess wrapped her long legs around the Doctor and finally finally finally their lips met. They kissed for a full five minutes as Tessa's ooze dripped a little onto the Doctor's shoe. Then their movement began in earnest and unison, and no silver vials were filled. Only Tessa. Meanwhile, Dr. Smith remembered the video he'd left running while they were at the sperm bank conference and was now viewing it and enjoying himself immensely. He'd decided in the middle of the gymnasium scene that the tape was too good to share with anyone. Drs. Johnson and Williams, however, were viewing Dr. Smith's viewing from their perch in the FNS Viewing Room. Chapter Fourteen—Too Good to Share Tess and Dr. Doctor were relieved that Mary Beth the bitch was no where to be seen as their elevator opened on the 19th floor forty five minutes after it had stopped on the 18th floor. Being without any Sani-Lubes, Tess had been kind enough to mop up Dr. Doctor's fine Italian shoes with her soft cotton crotchless underpants. She always carried an extra pair of panties in her purse anyway. "See you later," she whispered to Dr. Doctor. "Soon, I hope," he whispered back, tracing his middle finger down her palm. Even such an act as that made Tess wet all over again. "Oh, God," she wondered, "is there any hope for me?" Then seeing Dr. Doctor's stride down the hall toward his office she'd forgotten to care whether there was any hope for her our not. Tess went into her office and thought nothing whatsoever about her Secretary's Best Friend. She thought about leaving FNS Bank. She thought about marrying Dr. Doctor. Dr. Doctor sunk heavily into his comfortable office chair and, sighing, wondered what to do with his love. His Tessa. It was late in the afternoon of a unproductive day, specimen donation-wise. None of the doctors had called upon Tessa, although she had typed up and processed several hundred orders for Dr. Williams new Clit Clip. It was this late time in the afternoon when Tessa realized she still wasn't wearing any panties. She headed for the FNS Bank's ladies' room, purse in hand. Once in the privacy of one of the stalls, she allowed herself to remember and try to relive the elevator excursion with her Dr. Doctor. No Clit Clip, Ever-Growing Penis, Best Man, Secretary's Best Friend, or Titilizer were needed to do so. Tess merely touched herself ever so slightly, and all the ecstasy was revisited upon her. Bank Secretary Ch. 15-17 Chapter Fifteen—The Ladies Room Two days later Tess walked into an FNS Bank's ladies room stall to discover Donny there waiting for her. He clamped his hand over Tess's mouth to stifle the scream, as Larry entered the stall and began tearing her clothes off. The boys had been deprived of this much-anticipated sandwich act in the gymnasium and were determined now to get their just desserts. Donny and Larry had just penetrated Tess in unison when she bit Donny's hand and let out the loudest "HELP!" she could muster before Donny slapped her. It was loud enough for Dr. Doctor, who had been passing the ladies room, to hear and barge in to the rescue. "You're fired, you maggots!" Dr. Doctor wrapped a trembling and grateful Tessa in his huge and soft suit coat. "But before you go, boys, there will be the obligatory lay-off ceremony." Dr. Doctor was improvising but already had a plan in mind. "You'll love it, believe me." Dr. Doctor marched the twins to the gymnasium where he instructed Mary Beth to meet them. Once there the doctor had her strap on the Best Man and enter Donny who was at the same time being forced to enter Larry. Mary Bet was having the sado-masochistic bisexual time of her life, as were Drs. Johnson, Smith and Williams from the Viewing Room above. The screams the twins might have emitted had they been capable of doing so would have been incredible. Dr. Doctor tried to comfort Tessa in his office. "I'm ruined, now," Tess sobbed. "What do you mean, dear?" "You know, contaminated, by those...twin teenage mutants." "Nonsense." Dr. Doctor suppressed a laugh. "But you said Mary Beth was considered contaminated after she'd let them sandwich her." The Doctor didn't suppress his laughter this time. "You're not contaminated, darling, believe me. I just threw that out on the spur of the moment when you inquired about her bitchiness, afraid if I told you of Mary Beth's true quirks, shall we say, you'd leave." "I'd never leave you." "The feeling is mutual." Knowing the other FNS Bank Doctors would be preoccupied viewing the gymnasium scene taking place, Tess and Dr. Doctor then took full advantage of their privacy on his plushly carpeted office floor. ---------------------- The following day Dr. Doctor unwisely left a message with Mary Beth Wonton that he was taking a two week leave of absence to visit his parents. He intended to inform them of his plans to marry Tessa Truman. Mary Beth Wonton, being her usual bitchy self, destroyed the note and informed Tessa that she had "no idea where Dr. Doctor had gone off to this time." Tessa, broken hearted and totally confused, decided maybe it was time to leave FNS Bank. And most certainly time to leave Simon. Chapter Sixteen—Resignations "What! Wh wh wh what!" Dr. Smith sputtered, "is this?" "My resignation," Tess admitted. "No!" "You can't do that!" "I would ask that you reconsider," Dr. Johnson implored her. "Yes, my dear. Please. Before you arrived it was awful, really." Dr. Williams added. "Yes," Dr. Smith said, "before you it was nothing but Last Tango's butter scene, over and over again, day in and day out, nothing but..." "That will do, Dr. Smith." Dr. Johnson's English reserve forbade him to tolerate any sort of begging on his part or that of his firm's partners. He also did not wish to reveal any inner secrets of FNS Bank to Tessa Truman or anyone else. "I hope you will reconsider during the next two weeks, Ms. Truman." Dr. Johnson exited her office, indicating the other doctors should do the same, which they did. --------------------------- "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Simon demanded. "Packing." Tess continued doing so. "What the hell for?" "I'm leaving." Tess slammed shut the last of her walking suit cases and drug them to the front door, under Simon's somewhat stupefied glare. "Why, for fuck's sake?" Simon finally mustered. "It's simple, Simon. I detest you." "Oh yeah! And where in the hell did you learn a word like that? From those big fat financiers?" "They're not financiers, Simon. They are owners of a sperm bank and also market paraphernalia." The light finally dawned upon Simon. "Why you..." sputtering, "whore, you, you..." "Nymphomaniac is probably the word you're searching for. Funny, it used to roll off your tongue so easily." Chapter Seventeen—The End; The Beginning. As Tessa walked away from Simon's apartment and life, four walking suitcases trailing behind her, Dr. Doctor pulled up along side her in his black Jaguar. "I've been looking all over for you, dear. They told me at FNS that you resigned." "That's right. I did." She longed to ask him where he'd been, what was happening. "I've been visiting my parents—Miss Wonton was supposed to have told you that—I was telling them about you." "Wonderful." "Yes. Yes, you are. I want to marry you, Tess." "Oh, David..." Tessa began to crumble under the urgent need. Dr. Doctor, recognizing the need, had parked his Jaguar and held Tess closely. The impact with his enormous erection helped her. The good doctor then grabbed his cell phone and ordered the FNS chauffer to come around with an additional driver. "Soon, darling," he soothed Tessa. When the stretch limousine arrived, Dr. Doctor had the spare driver take his car with Tessa's luggage in back to his home. The doctor and Tessa then fairly tumbled into the back of the limousine. "Where to?" Asked the driver. "Anywhere," the doctor replied, "for about an hour," looking at Tessa, "make it two." He rolled up the privacy window then and planted Tessa upon his released erection. She screamed with ecstasy. "You're all I'm ever going to need," Tessa assured Dr. Doctor. "You know, I really wouldn't mind if you kept your job at FNS. If you want to, that is." "Oh, you really are a darling, Doctor." And Tessa came again. And again...