2 comments/ 17632 views/ 3 favorites Daisy Price Ch. 01 By: sjmhmttep Chapter One "On the Prowl" Daisy woke up at 7:00 a.m. sharp like she always did, and sat up in bed. She yawned, as her big breasts jiggled up and down. As she slowly awakened and became more alert, it felt like she was forgetting something important. She rubbed her eyes, getting them to open wider. It took her a couple of minutes to remember that she didn't have a job anymore. She grumbled, "Oh, yeah." As she laid back down, but it was to late, she was wide awake now. As she laid there trying to go back to sleep, she thought to herself aloud, "It would be nice to have a man to wake up next to every morning, who also had a job, and could support me. Oh, the things I would do to him right now." She wore only a lingerie top and panties both made of black silk. As she thought about this, her left hand went under her top and started rubbing on the already hard nipples of her massive breasts, while her right hand slid down into her panties to the magic "G" spot all women have in their virginias. As she started getting into it, she decided that what little clothes she was wearing were to restrictive, so she took them off, and threw them on the floor beside her bed, as she continued to massage the areas as before. As she continued on she felt the needed to stick something up her hot juicy cunt. She slid her left hand slowly from her hard nipples, down the sides of her breasts, across her stomach, and to her cunt, as her right hand went to the top drawer on her night stand, and withdrew the vibrator that awaited inside. With her tongue she licked the sides of it up and down, and sucked on it, plunging it in and out of her mouth, just like she would to a real man's cock. She then ran it around her face, and slid it down her neck, across her breasts (circling around her nipples a few times each), down her belly, and finally plunged it into her eagerly awaiting cunt, as she turned it on. "Ooooh!" She moaned, as her left hand rubbed her inner left thigh, and then slowly slid its way towards her rock hard tits and nipples. Her right hand thrust the vibrator slowly in and out of her hot juicy cunt. Her back arced in pleasure, while her left hand and fingers, swirled around her nipples, squeezing and teasing them. She continued on for a few minutes in this fashion, and then realized someone was just outside of her house. Stopping, in sort of alarm, she peeked out of the bedroom window, and saw that the mailman was coming up the street delivering the mail. Looking around she noticed that none of her neighbors were outside, as he continued from mailbox to mailbox. The mailman was in his early forties, and had a handsome muscular build, filling out the mail uniform nicely, for a man of his age. He was about to put mail into her mailbox, when she banged on her bedroom window, and caught his attention. When she knew for sure that she had his full attention, she rubbed and squeezed her breasts closer together with both hands, seductively pressing them against her bedroom window, and then with her right hand and index finger motioned and beckoned foxily for him to come inside, as she sucked on her left nipple. The mailman just stood there and watched, with a surprised awestruck, yet, dumb founded look on his face for a few seconds. He quickly recovered, however, and looked around to see if anyone else was watching. Noticing that no one was, he went to the front door, and let himself in saying, "Finally, some appreciation for the mailman." As the mailman was letting himself in, Daisy quickly put the vibrator away, and waited nude and sexily and seductively inviting on top of her lonely king sized bed. The mailman came in setting his mailbag on the floor by the front door, as he locked the door because he didn't want any interruptions. He sat her mail on the coffee table in the living room, and laid his jacket on the arm of the couch. As he went down the hallway, he stripped off his clothes, until he finally arrived at her bedroom door completely naked, with a trail of clothes behind him. As he stood at her bedroom door with his eight inch cock already hard, he said, "The mail is here, baby. Open up your mailbox, and let me slide it in. It's a special delivery, and I think you're going to like it." Daisy spread her legs wide open, as the mailman came towards her. Going down on his knees, he kneeled before her inviting opening, and began licking her pussy up and down, with his tongue darting in and out of it. Daisy used her right arm and elbow to prop herself up, and her left arm to run her hand through his shortly trimmed graying brown hair, as she moaned, "Ooooh, yeees." He kept running his tongue up and down her hot juicy cunt, getting her tasty juices all over his well trimmed mustache, until she squeezed her legs tighter around his head, keeping him trapped inside her thighs, as she began to pull his hair. Then he knew she was ready for his hard throbbing cock. He stopped and stood up bringing her buttocks closer to the edge of her bed, and inserted his rock hard cock, plunging it deep inside of her. Her smooth silky legs rested on top of his bare shoulders, as he plunged his cock in and out of her hot moist cunt. Harder and faster he pumped, as his hands slid caressingly massaging and playing with her ample breasts and nipples. They exchanged kisses, tongues running deep into each others mouths. "Ooooh, yeees!" She practically screamed at the top of her lungs. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" She pleaded, as she grabbed his biceps squeezing them tightly with both hands. Juices began to run down her milky thighs, and her body began spasming, her back arcing high, as she came with an orgasmic force screaming, "Oooh, yeees! Oooh, yeees!" The mailman continued pumping back and forth, feeling himself on the verge of also cumming. Pulling out he said, "Ooooh, yeah, baby! Oh, yeah!" As hot sperm shot all over her belly and tits. They both laid on the bed quietly for a minute or two, and gasped for air. Finally, after catching her breath Daisy Price broke the silence and said, "That was great. Thank you, I needed that." "Don't mention it, madam. It was my pleasure." The mailman said as he sat upon the bed, back propped up against the head rest. "Don't worry. You're not the only one who has done this. Why at this moment there's a lady over on tenth street probably waiting on me right now. She used to be my favorite stop, until today that is." The mailman stood up and started walking towards the bedroom door. He stopped midway and added, "Well, I got to get going. Where's the bathroom, so I can get cleaned up?" "Down the hall and to the left." Daisy said, as she laid there and fell back asleep. * * * * * The mailman was gone when she woke up at ten a.m. The only reminder that he had even been there at all was the sperm stains on her belly and her mail sitting on her coffee table. She slowly got out of bed, and then took a quick rinse off shower. As Daisy showered she thought to herself that the mailman would probably be coming to her door everyday now, but that wouldn't be to bad if she couldn't find another job soon. As she got out of the shower, she quickly dried her luscious body off, and slipped on her pink shower robe. "It's time to see if the paper had any job listings available." She decided to herself aloud. Hoping no one would see her, she opened the door slightly and peeked out looking all around. She saw no one around, and the paper was just a foot away from the front steps. Hurrying she rushed out and grabbed the paper, and almost made it back inside when she heard a voice shout out, "Hey, Daisy!" "Ooooh!" She mumbled to herself, and saw that her neighbors, an old retired couple that lived across the street were yelling at her. She hesitated for just a moment, but then quickly decided to play like she didn't here them, but as she went to the door it slammed shut right in her face before she could reach it. She tried the door knob and the door was locked. "Shit!" "Hey, Daisy! We saw what you did with the mailman this morning through our living room window!" A female voice shouted at her. Trying to think of what to do now, she turned to them and replied. "What? I didn't do anything." "We saw your window show!" Replied the neighbor, who was an older gentleman in his seventies, and beside him was his wife. The older gentleman was wearing black sandals, white shorts, and a white t-shirt, while the older lady was wearing brown sandals and a blue and yellow flower designed one piece dress. Both of whom were smiling brightly as the man continued. "We had the best sex we've had in years after seeing that!" Daisy, finally remembering that her spare key was under her welcome doormat and devilishly decided to make the old folks even more hornier. "That's great mister and Mrs. Fieldsman!" She said, as she purposely bent over with her ass facing them, and she wasn't wearing any panties yet, to pick up her key from under the welcome doormat. Before she rose up again, she purposely wiggled her ass for them. "Thelma, I'm ready to go for it again! Come on, honey!" Mr. Fieldsman said pulling Mrs. Fieldsman along by the arm back towards their home. Giggling, as she was being pulled along, Thelma replied, "All right, Fred! Thanks, Daisy, this is the best sex we've had in years!" Sighing Daisy unlocked the front door, and placed the key back under the welcome doormat before going in. She would worry about the neighbors, and the mailman for that matter, later. With the newspaper still in her hands, she sat on the couch thinking a few moments about how she didn't want everyday to be like this morning had already been. She finally decided that she definitely had to find a new job. With the grim determination of a mercenary army soldier looking for the best paying military position in a freelance war torn world, she searched the paper's classified ads for the best paying secretarial job, for she was now quite literally, Daisy Price, Secretary For Hire. Daisy Price Ch. 02 Chapter Two "Late Night Snack" Daisy Price spent the rest of the afternoon making phone calls, visiting different firms, and leaving applications just about anywhere for them to hopefully hire her. She was finally both out of places to search for work, and pretty tired from all of the work itself. Calling it quits for the day, she finally stopped at the grocery store to get a bag full of groceries, which she happened to have gotten for free just by talking (and maybe even flirting just a little) to a horny teenaged sacker, who had gawked at her, and eventually decided to buy her groceries for her, even though she hadn't even offered him anything in return, though he probably thought she would remember him, and eventually have sex with him, or something. She had thought he was a little to young (Statutory rape anyone?), but he was cute though. Eventually, making it all the way back home, she put her groceries away, and checked her answering machine for any calls. There were none. Disappointed, she began to make herself supper. Thirty minutes later, right when she just sat down, and was about to take her first bite of supper, the phone rang. Putting her fork back on her plate, she said aloud in frustration, "Damn! Always about the time you don't want it to ring, it does!" Quickly, she got up and answered the phone. Picking it up she said, "Hello, this is Daisy Price." On the other end of the phone line a female voice said, "Yes. Hi, Miss Price. I am Susan from the ABC Shipping Company. Mr. Craftsman has reviewed your application, and was wanting to know if you would be able to come in for an interview tomorrow morning at eight o'clock." "Why, yes, I'd love to." Daisy replied, who was thrilled to hear such good news. "I'll let him know you are coming. Thank you, Miss Price." Susan said as she hung up. Daisy hung up the phone, finished her supper, and because she was so exhausted from all of the walking she had already done today, she changed into a fresh pink silk night gown, and went straight onto bed. Thirty minutes had passed by, and Daisy had totally fallen asleep when she was awakened again by a knocking on the front door, and the ringing of her doorbell. "Damn! Just like the phone earlier, when you don't want anyone to bother you, here they come! Just a minute! I'll be right there!" Daisy yelled grumpily as she got up, and placed on a green bath robe before answering the front door. When she opened the front door, she wasn't totally surprised to see that Mr. And Mrs. Fieldsman was standing there. Mrs. Fieldsman was holding a pie in her hands. She wore a one piece flowery designed dress and sandals, and her hair was in a bun. Mr. Fieldsman stood in front of her, apparently the one who had knocked, and he wore a button up short sleeved palm tree and coconut designed shirt, jean shorts, and sandals. Mr. Fieldsman spoke, saying, "May we come in, Daisy?" "Sure, come right on in." Daisy replied, who wasn't sure of quite what to make of the whole situation. She held the door open wider, and motioned for them to come on in. Mr. Fieldsman came in first, heading straight for the couch and taking a seat. Mrs. Fieldsman came in following him, waited for Daisy to shut her front door, and then handed the pie to Daisy, saying, "This is for you, dear. Hope you enjoy it. It's cherry." "Why, yes, I love cherry pie. Thank you, Mrs. Fieldsman. I'll just go put it in the refrigerator." Daisy said as she took it and went into the kitchen. "Please, dear, call me Thelma." Mrs. Fieldsman hollered at her as she was putting the pie away. When Daisy had returned back to the living room, she found that Mr. and Mrs. Fieldsman were sitting on the couch, leaned back with Thelma's right hand resting on Fred's left knee. Both of them looked happy and were smiling brightly towards Daisy, so Daisy sat down in the chair, and wondered to herself what the two were up to. Daisy was the first to break the silenced by asking, "So, what do I owe you for the pleasure of your visit?" "Daisy, we were wondering how open minded you were about sex." Mr. Fieldsman blurted out, "Because we wanted you to join in with us!" Daisy, slightly shocked by the question, thought about it for a moment. Mr. Fieldsman was pretty strong and muscular for someone of his age, and Thelma was still quite beautiful, for someone of her age. Daisy had done both women and men before, and now that she was fully awake again, she was a little turned on by the prospect of having sex again. Daisy got up out of the chair, and removed her green bath robe to reveal the sexy and revealing pink silk night gown she was wearing. She walked over to the couch and sat right in between both Thelma and Mr. Fieldsman, purposely rubbing her ass across Fred's left knee. With her right hand she rubbed on Mr. Fieldsman's jean shorts to massage his already hardening cock, and with her left, which she slid under Thelma's dress, she rubbed on Thelma's cotton panties massaging Thelma's cunt. "What exactly did you two have in mind, Mr. Fieldsman?" Daisy asked, as Mr. Fieldsman groped Daisy's left breast, and Thelma was now rubbing Daisy's own cunt with her right hand. "Please, call me, Fred, and whatever happens, happens. If you know what I mean." Fred said as he was now squeezing and massaging both of Daisy's bodacious breasts. Daisy unbuttoned and unzipped Fred's blue jean shorts, and then grabbed Fred's now hard cock and stroked on it a little more, and Daisy slid Thelma's panties to the side sticking her index finger in and out of Thelma's cunt rubbing it a little more as well, before Daisy finally said. "Let's go into my bedroom, and you two can get more comfortable." Daisy led the way to her bedroom, while Fred and Thelma stayed behind a minute to kiss each other passionately. When they finished kissing, Fred whispered into Thelma's ear, and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes, I really like her." Thelma whispered back into his, and then playfully licked his ear. By the time they got into the bedroom, Daisy was already laying on the bed, fully nude. Both Thelma and Fred looked at her gorgeously perfect body, huge hard breasts, and invigerously inviting pussy, and were excitedly turned on. They both quickly undressed, Fred both doing his own, and helping Thelma out of hers by unzipping her dress, and unhooking her bra. They both fondled each other and kissed, and then climbed into the bed with Daisy. Daisy leaned over and kissed Thelma on the lips, slipping her tongue into Thelma's mouth. With her right hand she rubbed Thelma's pussy up and down, while left arm supported her own weight on the silk sheets of the bed. Thelma returned the tongue and wrapped her left arm around Daisy's neck, and gently pulled her closer. Daisy broke off the kiss to move down her breasts, and with both of her hands she massaged Thelma's breasts and rubbed her hard nipples. Daisy kissed and sucked on the nipples. Meanwhile, Fred watched for a few minutes, and then moved forward to rub on Daisy's ass cheeks, lightly slapping them to watch them jiggle. Daisy, knowing Fred wanted to eat out her pussy, raised her ass in the air, so Fred could get to it. As Fred moved in, laying on his back under her juicy cunt, and began to lick it up and down, Daisy also moved down to Thelma's pussy, and began to lick it up and down. After a moment or two of this, both Thelma and Daisy began to moan in ecstasy. After several more minutes, Thelma finally spoke up saying, "Daisy, let my husband taste some of those juices. I want to taste yours." With this Daisy moved to sticky her now dripping wet cunt in Thelma's face, and Fred began to lick Thelma's juicy pussy. Thelma eagerly began to lick up the flowing juices of Daisy's juicy cunt, savoring the mixed flavor of both Daisy's watering pussy, and Fred's mouth. After a few more minutes, both Daisy and Thelma forced Fred to lie down on the bed, and both of them licked up and down his rock hard cock. They even French kissed each other with Fred's cock still between their mouths. Fred moaned in excitement as he laid there on the bed with the two women sucking his cock, each now taking a turn to plunge his hard dick all the way in their mouths. Finally, Thelma spoke up saying, "Daisy, you get the first ride, and I want to taste your juices on my husband's cock." "Okay," Daisy said, as she gently rubbed her forefingers across Thelma's face, "but you get the second ride, and I want to taste your juices on your husband's cock." With this she straddled Fred's huge bulging cock, sliding it deep down inside her, and began to pump her cunt up and down on top of it. Thelma began to rub Daisy's ample breasts from behind. Thelma massaged Daisy's breasts and squeezed the nipples, as she kissed the back of Daisy's neck. Daisy moaned in sexual passion and pleasure. It felt great to Daisy to be touched sexually in such away. After several moments, Thelma spoke saying, "Daisy, stop, so I can taste the juices. Also, I don't want you to make Fred cum just yet." Daisy got off of Fred's cock, and Thelma shoved it into her mouth savoring the taste. She went up and down the shaft of the cock with her mouth a couple of times before straddling Fred herself. Daisy went behind Thelma and began to massage Thelma's breasts and rub her nipples, while kissing the back of her neck, just like Thelma had done to her. Thelma moaned in sexual passion. After a few minutes of this, Fred spoke up saying, "You're going to slow woman. Let me get on top for awhile." With this they rolled over, and Fred began pumping his rock hard cock in and out of her pussy, harder and faster than she had been. Daisy leaned over to kiss Fred, and then kissed Thelma. She still rubbed on Thelma's breasts and pinched the nipples. With a free hand Fred reached over and rubbed on Daisy's ass. His hand slid right between Daisy's butt cheeks and her cunt. After a minute or two, Fred pulled out of Thelma's cunt, and he was about to plunge it into Daisy's when Daisy stopped him and said, "Wait! I want to taste her juices on your cock." Daisy plunged his dick into her mouth, but unlike Thelma, she hummed as she did it, and swallowed it whole all the way to his balls. This sent shivers of excitement through Fred's body, and he moaned. She plunged his cock in and out of her mouth several times before finally turning around on her hands and knees saying, "All right, go ahead now." Standing up behind her, on the floor off of the bed, he plunged his cock deep inside her awaiting cunt. Ramming it faster and harder, then he had been before, even to Thelma. Thelma laying on her back, crawled under Daisy's stomach and began rubbing Daisy's pussy right above where Fred was plunging in and out. As Thelma rubbed Daisy's cunt she spoke to Fred saying, "Don't cum inside her, Fred. I want to taste your hot juicy sperm inside of my mouth." After a few minutes more of pumping enthusiastically, when Fred was about to cum, he pulled out, and said, "All right, sweetheart, come to papa, and get it." Still underneath Daisy, Thelma wiggled between Daisy's legs, and Fred shoved his bulging, ready to explode, cock into her awaiting mouth. Daisy pulled Thelma's legs around to underneath her face, and spread her legs wide open to get to her juicy cunt. Daisy began to lick Thelma's cunt up and down, while Thelma plunged Fred's cock in and out of her mouth. Finally, Fred shot his hot wad into her mouth, and Thelma sucked it all up. Thelma held the cum in her mouth, while Fred exhausted, plopped down on the bed. Thelma slapped Daisy's ass to get Daisy's attention. Thelma then flipped over, and motioned for Daisy to come over and kiss her. Daisy passionately kissed Thelma, and both of them savored the taste of Fred's hot juicy sperm in their mouths swallowing it down. Finally, recovering some of his strength, Fred said, "I'm going to use your shower." "Okay." Daisy said. "We'll join you in a few minutes, but first, we have to finish up here." With this Daisy went to the top drawer in her night stand, and pulled out her vibrator. With it still off she rubbed it up and down Thelma's hot and juicy cunt a couple of times before plunging it into her cunt and turning it on. While it vibrated, she worked it in and out as well. Thelma motioned for Daisy to put her legs over her face, so she could lick her cunt. Daisy did so, and they both began to moan in ecstacy. Thelma came first, and Daisy handed Thelma the vibrator to use on Daisy's pussy. Finally, Daisy came, and Thelma licked up all of her juices. Exhausted both laid on the bed, and hugged and kissed each other. Eventually, they regained their energy, and then they rejoined Fred in the shower after putting the vibrator back away. In the shower, they took turns washing each other off, playfully teasing each other. They all dried off, and put back on their former clothes. Thelma and Fred thanked Daisy, and even suggested that they might do it again sometime, as Daisy lead them towards the front door. Daisy's reply was, "Make it on a weekend, because I might have a job tomorrow if my interview goes well." Thelma and Fred, congratulated Daisy, wished her luck, and then they all said their goodbyes. Daisy now truly exhausted, went straight back to bed, after all, she had to get up early tomorrow. Daisy Price Ch. 03 Chapter Three "The Interview" Mr. Craftsman was sitting in his office doing some work on recent sales figures, when the fax machine came on and printed out a fax for him. Wondering what it could possibly be he got up, and went over to the machine to take out the fax. It read: (A Top Secret Fax) (To the new boss, from the old boss.) To: Mr. Craftsman From: Mr. Goldstein Topic: Re: About new secretarial services. Name: Daisy Price Age: 32 years old Marital Status: Single, no kids. Height: 5' 8" Weight: 121 lbs. Eyes: Blue (Wears glasses, but only when reading, writing, or typing.) Hair: Shoulder Length Curly Red Bust: 36 DDD Waist: 24" Hips: 34" Notes: Very gorgeous. Comes very highly recommended. Skills: Very fast typist (90 wpm), takes fast shorthand (always accurate, never asks you to repeat yourself), makes great coffee and cakes, always ten minutes early and never calls in sick or missed a scheduled day of work unless giving time off or vacation, keeps everything clean, neat, well organized, and filed greatly. Also, has an innate ability to get any task given to her accomplished, it's uncanny really how devoted she is to accomplishing things. Top Secret Talents: (Keep Under Hat) (Knows how to sexually please both men and women, can infiltrate enemy corporations, and find their most deepest secrets.) Final Notes: You take care of her, and she will take care of you in more ways than one. She had been a very valuable asset to me and my company for several years. She really doesn't have any family or outside interests, so she doesn't mind one bit working any over time hours, and while she worked for us was used to spy on enemy corporations. Due to unfortunate market drops, our company felt that we had to let her go, but most of the higher ups didn't know, and probably wouldn't have approved of, about how often her "special" talents had pulled their thankless butts out of the old proverbial fire on numerous occasions. I personally regret very dearly of being forced into letting her go, but I didn't have any say or choice in the matter. Take very good care of her, she's a good asset to your company. Mr. Craftsman quickly looked over the top of the fax, before he remembered that he had requested information about Daisy from her former employee over the phone. By the time he was finished reading the fax all the way through though, he was indeed very excited about having Daisy aboard his team here at ABC Shipping Company. Truthfully, Mr. Craftsman had wanted his own personal secretary for a long time now, but the higher ups didn't think it was necessary until here recently, when business started booming. Things were definitely looking up for Mr. Craftsman. * * * * * Daisy's alarm woke her up, but she was about to fall back to sleep thinking that she did not have a job anymore, when she suddenly remembered the interview she had today. She looked at the shiny red lighted numbers on the radio alarm clock, and said aloud, "Oh, shit! I'm going to be late!" She jumped out of bed, and hurried to take a shower. As she showered, she thought to herself, "I probably won't be able to have all the perks of my old job, like the wonderful sex." With this thought she rubbed her breasts and cunt, but knowing she didn't have time for that now continued thinking, "I think it's actually against the law, or something anyways. Oh, well, at least I'll have a job. I wonder how the pay will be. Probably nothing even close to what I was making before." She quickly dried off, and got dressed in a long skirted elegant dress. After this it took her several minutes to fix up her hair, apply her make up, and get ready to leave. Being a little nervous about the interview, she left the house and was about to get into her car when she realized that she had forgotten her purse inside the house. Luckily, she had placed the key back in its spot yesterday, and was able to get back in. She ran inside to grab her purse, and was about to leave again, when she also remembered that she hadn't ate anything yet. It simply wouldn't do to have a growling hungry stomach during the interview. She went into the kitchen where a fresh pot of coffee was waiting for her, and she remembered that there was a pie in the refrigerator, which Mr. & Mrs. Fieldsman had left for her the night before. She thought about the fun she had last night, and the flavors of both Fred's cock and Thelma's cunt, along with their individuals touches and smells, but couldn't waste much time on those sorts of thoughts. She grabbed the food, thinking she would eat it on the way, and went back outside to her car, but she had forgotten to grab her purse still, and had laid the outside key down on the table. "Oh, shit!" She thought, but luckily she had placed one by the back door as well. This wasn't the first time these sorts of things happened to her, and the key was there for just these type of circumstances. She quickly set the pie and coffee on top of the car, and ran around to the back of the house. With the utmost speed she could muster, she ran around back, and unlocked the back door, this time making sure to replace the key back. She went inside, locking the back door, and grabbed her purse and the outside key, placing it back under the welcome mat, as she again locked the front door. However, she was surprised to find that when she got back to her car that a neighborhood cat had jumped up there to eat her pie, and knocked over her coffee onto the ground. Not having time to get more, she shooed the cat away, placed the pie on the ground, and picked up her coffee mug, dumping the rest of the liquid out on the ground, so that it was empty to take with her. She got into the car, and drove away. Later that evening, Thelma and John would bring her another pie, and tell her that the postman had returned about ten minutes after she had left, and they had told him about her new job. He left embarrassed, but Daisy knew that the lady on tenth street would be his fix today. Daisy had a little trouble with all of the traffic, and remembering where exactly ABC Shipping Company had been, but she finally made it, and walked in the doors exactly ten minutes early, keeping her record intact. Daisy walked in and met the front receptionist, who was Susan, and had been the one who had called her about the interview the night before. Susan, Daisy was surprised to find, was a blond that looked to be somewhere in her middle twenties, and wore a simple pink flower designed dress. Susan said, "Mr. Craftsman will be delighted to see you in a few moments. Please, have a seat over there, while you wait." Susan used the phone to call up Mr. Craftsman, and tell him that Daisy was waiting to see him. He told her to wait a few moments, and he would have her sent back. While Daisy waited, a small group of men in business suits went out the door, arguing about who made up the sales figures for a certain project. Finally, Daisy was told to go on back to Mr. Craftsman's office. "Have a seat, Daisy." Mr. Craftsman said as Daisy walked into his office. "I'm glad you could make it. Just like your old boss said too. Ten minutes early. I'm impressed." "Thank you, Mr. Craftsman, I try my best." Daisy casually replied back. She took in what Mr. Craftsman actually looked like as she sat down in the chair in front of his desk. He was quite a handsome boss to work for. Her mind quickly compared him to her old boss, and she briefly wondered who her loyalties would be with if her old boss could get her back. She sighed inwardly, and guessed that it would depend on how this interview went. "Here's a fax from your former employer. Look at it, and tell me if it's totally true or not." Mr. Craftsman replied as he handed over the fax to Daisy. Daisy quickly skimmed through the fax, and her heart sank down into her stomach giving her slight butterflies in her already slightly rumbling belly, as she read the bottom. "Oh, well," she thought to herself , "here goes this job." "Yes, Mr. Craftsman, it's all true." Daisy replied reluctantly. "Great!" Mr. Craftsman said as he got up, and locked his office door. "It's been a frustrating morning for me, so could you show me how you relieve the employers tensions?" Daisy was overjoyed to hear this. She would have her old perks back after all, but what about the pay she wondered. Oh, well, first things first. Daisy got up out of her chair, and ushered Mr. Craftsman into his. When Mr. Craftsman was seated, Daisy leaned into him rubbing her breasts into his chest, and kissing him passionately on the lips. Their tongues went in and out of each others mouths. Daisy continued to kiss her way down his body, unbuttoning his shirt as she worked her way down. First, his lips, then, his chin, his neck, his muscular chest, and his rather firm stomach. When she got to his stomach, kissing and licking her way down, she had his shirt all the way unbuttoned, and began to unbuckle his belt, and unbutton his pants. She unzipped his zipper and yanked his pants and underwear down to his knees. Before her quivering and eager lips rested a luscious hard twelve-inch cock. Mr. Craftsman was well endowed for sure. Daisy began to lick the sides of it with her tongue racing up and down it and in circles around the top of the cock. Daisy then plunged the rock hard cock deep into her throat swallowing every inch of it, and slowly, at first, pulled it out, but then she went faster and faster plunging it in and out of her mouth. While Daisy was working his penis, Mr. Craftsman worked on unbuttoning her blouse, and removing it along with her bra. With his hands he played with and massaged her bountiful breasts, and squeezed and pinched her hardening nipples. Her breasts were some of the biggest he had ever seen on such a gorgeous woman like her. Her luscious breasts felt smooth and silky in his hands, and he enjoyed playing with them immensely. Daisy stopped sucking on Mr. Craftsman's cock, and stood up removing her skirt and panties. She sat on the edge of Mr. Craftsman's desk, and forced his head towards her spread out legs and already juicy cunt saying, "I have something else I want you to play with Mr. Craftsman." Mr. Craftsman shoved two fingers up Daisy's cunt, and began to lick her clitoris up and down causing Daisy to moan softly as the sexual excitement began to make her whole body begin to tingle all over. Mr. Craftsman worked her pussy in this way for quite a while, before finally stopping to turn her over his desk. He plunged his rock hard cock up her tight little cunt, in and out, faster and faster, as he slapped her ass softly. "Is that how you want daddy to give it to you, baby?" "Oh, yes, Mr. Craftsman! Don't stop!" Daisy moaned softly. Daisy was bent over the desk, and gripped the other side. Her breasts were fully pushed into the wooden desk top, and vibrated back and forth. Her feet were on the floor, and her ass was in the air behind the desk, as Mr. Craftsman plunged his twelve-inch rock hard cock in and out of her luscious tight little cunt, and occasionally slapped her soft smooth luscious ass with his right hand, while controlling her body motion with his left, making sure his dick didn't actually slip free from her pussy's embrace. "Miss Price, have you ever been fucked up the ass?" Mr. Craftsman asked. "I am going to fuck you up the ass, Miss Price, just so you know that I am not kidding when I say I will shove something up your ass, or that I'm going to fuck you up the ass." "By all means, Mr. Craftsman, do what you like, I am your tool to do with as you please." Daisy squealed in delight. With this Mr. Craftsman pulled his cock out of her cunt, and worked it into her tight little asshole. He worked it in and out slow at first, and then got faster and faster. Daisy moaned in excitement. She loved getting it in the ass, especially with such a fine specimen of a cock. After a few moments of this, Mr. Craftsman pulled out and flipped Daisy over on her back on the desk. Daisy rested her legs on his shoulders as he again began to shove his cock into her pussy hole. Mr. Craftsman squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples, as he pumped his cock in and out of her cunt, until, finally, he couldn't hold it in any more. He pulled his cock out of her, and came all over her belly and breasts. His rock hard cock vibrating violently as white hot sperm shot onto her breasts and belly. Daisy rubbed her finger in it, and then licked the sperm off of her finger, savoring the flavor, as she Laid exhausted, spent, and wore out on the desk top. Mr. Craftsman collapsed into his chair and rested long enough to regain his composure. He eventually got up, and went into his private washroom, and pissed into the toilet. His gorgeous rugged ass faced Daisy, who stared wistfully at it. After finishing pissing, he grabbed a washrag from a cabinet and wetted it. He then wiped off the cum juices from his penis, and went back to his chair, throwing the washrag on Daisy's stomach. "You may clean yourself up in there, if you wish." Mr. Craftsman said as he started putting his clothes back on. Daisy lazily got up, and went into the bathroom to clean herself up, taking her clothes in there with her. With the door closed, which seemed kind of funny since he already saw everything while they fucked, she cleaned herself off, got dressed, reapplied some make up and deodorant, and combed her hair, while she was in there. When she came out again, Mr. Craftsman was dressed again as well. Daisy sat down in the chair in front of Mr. Craftsman's desk, and noticed that the desk had been wiped down, and everything put back into its proper place. Mr. Craftsman had been a busy beaver while she was in the washroom. As soon as Daisy sat down, Mr. Craftsman spoke up saying, "My wife must never know of that." Daisy replied, "That's the same thing Mr. Goldstein always said, and his wife never knew or even suspected anything." "This fax here will be kept secret between me and you. I think that you and I can agree that any of this isn't actually fair and legal business practices. We should just keep all this to ourselves, and maybe have a repeat occasionally. In no way do I or anyone else here, expect you to do any corporate spying." Mr. Craftsman said as he ran it through his personal paper shredder. "As long as you don't mind these terms, you are hired. Can you start tomorrow morning, at eight o'clock?" "You bet, Mr. Craftsman. I would be pleased to work for a wonderful boss like you. By the way, what is my pay going to be like?" Daisy spoke while searching for her notebook inside of her purse. Finally finding it, she fished it out of her purse along with a pen. Mr. Craftsman told her about the benefits, and her new salary, which was double of what she had been getting from Mr. Goldstein, and she quickly scribbled it down into the notebook. She guessed her loyalties were now firmly with Mr. Craftsman, who was already giving her much better perks than Mr. Goldstein ever did. "I'll be here bright and early, Mr. Craftsman." Daisy said as she got up to leave. "Oh, one more thing, Miss Price. Your office space isn't quite ready yet. It should be up and running perfectly by the end of the week though, because we have people coming in to fix it up for you. It might not be the greatest though, because the company can barely afford to supply you with an office of your own." Mr. Craftsman said as Daisy got out of her chair to leave. Daisy replied back, "That's all right, Mr. Craftsman, I'll make do with what I can get." "Daisy, it will be great having someone with your talents and qualifications aboard the ABC Shipping Company team, and at my side." Mr. Craftsman said as he got up to open the door for her. "See you at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, Miss Price." "Thank you, Mr. Craftsman. I'll be here. I can't wait to start working for you." Daisy Price replied as she exited his office and headed back home. Daisy Price Ch. 04 Chapter Four "First Day" Daisy woke up, bright eyed and fluffy tailed (as the saying goes) at 7:00 a.m. She had gotten plenty of sleep, and was eager to get started at her new and exciting job. After she had left the interview yesterday, she had done some minor shopping, and then went home. Upon arriving at home, she was immediately set upon by her neighbors (and now good friends) Mr. And Mrs. Fieldsman, who brought her a pie and wanted to know how the interview had went, and told her about the mailman coming over again. Daisy had told them that she had gotten the job, and they both were delighted to hear that. Daisy then politely turned down another offer for a three way again, instead taking a rain check, which she might cash in this coming weekend. For tonight though, she had insisted, she just wanted to relax one last night before starting work, and needed to do some things like wash her hair and do some laundry. Mr. and Mrs. Fieldsman seemed to understand, and wished her good luck on her first day. Before leaving though, they mentioned that if the mailman keeps asking about her, that they would tell him that Daisy had gotten a new job. Mrs. Fieldsman had a good feeling that the mailman had no idea that they knew what he did, and didn't even suspect anything at all about what the three of them had done, and would, hopefully, do again, sometime soon. After all, Mr. and Mrs. Fieldsman were a retired old couple, who were probably not into that sort of thing, as far as the mailman was concerned. Boy, if he only knew. With that out of the way, Daisy carried her shopping bags and the fresh pie inside, and began working on the things she had told Mr. and Mrs. Fieldsman she was going to do. She had first made herself a small dinner, while watching some sitcoms on television. She gathered up several of her dirty clothes and threw them in the washing machine. She then began working on her personal hygiene. She started with a nice relaxing bubble bath, and then shaved her legs, while listening to one of her favorite music compact disks on her stereo. After that she showered, washing her hair thoroughly, and spent a lot of time blow drying and combing it. She moved her clothes from the washer to the dryer, and while getting dressed for bed, she had done her nails, and waited for them to dry, while watching the local news. When the news was over, but before going to bed, she had packed up a box with stuff for her new work space, and placed it by the door, and then folded and put away her freshly cleaned clothes, though she left what she would wear to go to work sitting out for easy access in the morning. Then she had gone to bed, a lot earlier than she normally did. Now, being wide awake, she quickly used the toilet, brushed her teeth, took a rinse off morning shower, perfumed, brushed her hair, put on makeup, and got dressed in a few new clothes she had recently bought, washed, and laid out the night before. In the hallway by her full length mirror , she stopped, taking a good long look in the mirror, and she was pleased with how she now looked. Her one piece flower designed dress did well to hide her yellow colored bra and panties, and allowed the light brown silk stockings to blend perfectly with the dress design. Even her yellowed high heeled shoes seem to match perfectly with the flower designed dress. Though Daisy had thought the outfit might make her red shoulder length hair stand out, the color designs of the dress even complemented her hair as well. In her own opinion she looked fabulous. For breakfast she had made a pot of coffee, and heated up a couple of sausage biscuits in the microwave oven. She quickly gobbled down the biscuits and her first cup of coffee. She then refilled her cup with more coffee to take with her to work. Thinking about her incident with the damned neighbor's cat, and not wanting to repeat it, she searched in her purse, and pulled out her keys. "This time, that damn cat isn't going to ruin my coffee." She said aloud in triumphant glee. Throwing the purse strap over her shoulder, she grabbed her cup, and then the box by the door, as she headed out to the car, locking the front door behind her. Halfway down the walkway towards the car, the box began to slip from her hands, and in her attempts of trying to regain control of the box, she ended up dropping her cup of coffee. Luckily, it only spilled on the ground, and not all over on her new clothes. She continued to put the box in the car, much easier now that she wasn't trying to control the cup as well, along with her purse, and then returned to the fallen, but thankfully unbroken, cup. "Damn it!" She cursed under her breath, but didn't have enough time to go refill it again, so she dumped out what little there was left in it on the ground, and took the cup with her. Hopefully, they had made some at work, or that she could make some, after all, she had to have her morning coffee. * * * * * Daisy arrived at work ten minutes early, like always. She put her now partially dirty cup into her box, along with her purse, and carried the box with both hands to the front doors. When she got inside, Susan was at her rightful receptionist desk position. "Oh, hi, Daisy! Let me show you to your new office." Susan said, trying to be cheerful, but Daisy could sense that something was bothering her, and Daisy just hoped it wasn't something that she had done. "Thanks, Susan. That would be wonderful." Daisy replied back, trying to ignore the vibes she was regretful of picking up. "Right this way then." Susan replied standing up, and leading Daisy down the hallway. Susan stopped in front of a bare room, that hadn't even been fully constructed yet. "This will be your new office, but they haven't even finished building it yet." Susan said glumly. Daisy looked at the office, and then down to her box, before replying, "Well, guess I don't need this stuff yet then. I'll leave it in my trunk until I do. I'll be right back." "Take your time. I don't think there'll be much you can do for now anyway." Susan said, and returned back to the receptionist desk. Daisy went and put the box in her car trunk, but pulled her purse out, and slid the strap over her shoulder. When she returned back inside to the receptionist desk, she discovered a sight that disturbed her dearly. Susan, though she was trying in vain to hide it, was crying. Tear streaks were smearing the makeup in her poor eyes, and down her pitiful looking cheeks. "Now, now, you poor thing. What's all this? What's wrong, dear Susan?" Daisy said trying to comfort her. "I'm sorry, Daisy. I just can't help it. My boyfriend and I broke up last night. We were together now for about a year, and now he's telling me that it isn't working for him, and he wants to move on." Susan sobbed. "I thought I was over him last night, but now...now I just don't know what to do." "There, there. It's all going to be all right, sweetie." Daisy said, as she put down her purse under the receptionist desk, and embraced Susan in a hug. "Let it all out. You'll be just fine. There are a lot of fish in the sea, and you'll find a better one in no time, sweetie. Mark my words, you'll see." Susan had never thought of herself as gay before, and didn't think much about it now. With Daisy holding her, and hugging her, it just felt right and natural. There was something about Daisy that Susan sensed, and maybe Daisy didn't even realize it was there either. The way Daisy embraced her tightly, Daisy's massive breasts pressing against Susan's slightly smaller breasts, and Daisy massaging her back with her hands, it aroused something inside of Susan, and Susan had never known it to have existed until now. That something may have always been there dormant, or maybe, Daisy somehow created it, however it came about, it was there now, and it somehow felt natural and right. Susan began returning the back rubs to Daisy's back, and Daisy took this as a good sign that Susan was getting past the pain of the break up. With both of her hands she gently pulled Susan's head back , and used her thumbs to wipe away Susan's tears from her cheeks. Looking Susan right in the eyes, she said, "See, the pain is going away already." What happened next took Daisy completely by surprise, though pleasantly. Susan's massaging hands and nimble fingers moved down Daisy's back to her buttocks, and squeezed tightly. Susan's arms pulled Daisy into her, and their lips locked into an embracing kiss. Daisy was taken by surprise, but didn't reject the unexpected advances, in fact, she was enjoying the new perk she had just discovered. Work was always more enjoyable with people who you actually cared about. After a minute, it was Susan, not Daisy, who actually broke off the kiss. She couldn't believe what she had just done, and to her new boss none the less. She whimpered and began to stammer, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me. My feelings are flying everywhere." Daisy, who had now put it all together, and knew what the cure was, simply and firmly asserted herself into the situation, and replied, "Sh! It's okay. I think it's time we have some women talk in the restroom over there. We'll make you forget all about your lousy ex-boyfriend." Gently, Daisy slid her right hand into Susan's right hand, and Daisy guided Susan into the restroom, and locked the door behind them as they entered. The restroom itself was rather large. It had three stalls, and three sinks in front of the stalls, with a nice sized walkway between them, and a privacy wall and small hallway to separate the main room from view of the door. It was also very clean, and the floors had that freshly waxed and buffed look to them. As soon as they entered, Daisy gently pulled Susan back into her for an embracing kiss, and Susan eagerly accepted passionately. Their mouths pressed firmly together, lips slightly parted, and their tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths. Their hands sliding all over each other with their fingers massaging and teasing each others flesh, as if both of them were masters of playing some sort of rocking musical instrument at a sold out concert arena. Susan pulled back slightly from the kiss, but Daisy leaned into the left side of her neck, and began kissing her there, and working her way to Susan's left earlobe. Daisy's tongue flicked across Susan's ear lobe a few times, before wrapping her lips around it, an gently sucking, sending nice tingly shivers down Susan's body. Before Daisy released the lip lock, she gently bit it, causing Susan to giggle slightly in arousal. Susan's hands, meanwhile, had been massaging and teasing Daisy's ample breasts, and hardening nipples, while Daisy's fingers massaged Susan's back and tush. Daisy's worked her kisses down Susan's left side of her neck towards the front of her neck, and began to undo the buttons on Susan's light blue blouse. Daisy undid a button, and then planted a kiss on the freshly exposed skin, working her way down Susan's chest to her belly button, which Daisy teasingly stuck her tongue into. As Daisy undid the last button, Susan let the light blue shirt slide over her shoulders, and fall to the ground. Daisy slid both of her hands underneath Susan's white cotton bra, and squeezed on Susan's ample but petite breasts, before finally reaching around behind Susan to unhook Susan's bra, and allow a few seconds for Susan to slide it off onto the floor as well. Daisy again cupped both of the now exposed breasts in her hands, squeezing and massaging them, while Daisy's tongue took turns circling around each of Susan's nipples, which were becoming rock hard in arousal. Susan now pulled Daisy's head up, so they could again kiss passionately. While they kissed, Susan started unzipping the back of Daisy's flower designed dress. Daisy briefly broke their hold on each other, to let the dress slide off her shoulders. Daisy let it flop to the floor, and then casually stepped out of it, while working herself out of her own yellow bra, and slipping her feet out of the yellowed high heeled shoes, leaving her only in silk stockings and her yellow panties. Daisy then moved back into Susan's loving embrace, again kissing passionately. Susan's hands cupped both of Daisy's ample tits, and began to massage them. Susan finally broke off the kiss, and began sucking on Daisy's tits, alternating between sucking, licking, and occasionally lightly biting on Daisy's nipples. Susan's hands began to work their way down Daisy's sides towards Daisy's thighs, and finally underneath Daisy's little remaining clothes, at first, massaging Daisy's ass cheeks, but slowly working their way towards the front, but Daisy stopped her. Noticing some coat hooks by the door, Daisy told Susan, "Get undressed, but let's hang our clothes up there, so they don't get wrinkled or messy." Already slipping off her shoes and socks, Susan replied back, "All right, that sounds like a really good idea." Daisy picked the clothes on the floor up, and hung them up, while continuing to undress herself. * * * * * Meanwhile, outside in the receptionist area, the phone began to ring. Mr. Craftsman was sitting in his office, and heard it ring. After the phone rang about the third or fourth time, he wondered why the receptionist wasn't answering it, so he got up, and walked down the hall to the receptionist desk. Noticing that no one was around (and wondering where, Susan, the receptionist was at), he decided to answer the still ringing phone himself. Picking it up, on about the tenth ring, he said, "Hello, this is ABC Shipping, Mr. Craftsman speaking. How may I help you today?" The voice on the other end of the line replied, "I'm looking for a Mr. Baker. John Baker. Is he there?" "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't know anyone by that name." Mr. Craftsman replied. "That lying bastard probably gave me the wrong number because he couldn't pay his repair bill. Well, if you do happen to run into him, tell him to come get his car, or it's getting towed away. Sorry to have bothered you. Good day." The husky male voice on the other end of the line replied, and then hung up. "Hmm." Mr. Craftsman sighed. "The nerve and rudeness of some people, even after you tell them they got the wrong number. Now where did my receptionist go off to? Guess I'll just sit and wait here for her, so I can give her a piece of my mind for neglecting her work." With that, he sat down behind the receptionist desk, picked up a copy of the current newspaper sitting there, and began reading through it, completely unaware of what was happening just down the hall from him inside the women's restroom. * * * * * Back in the women's restroom, not hearing the phone or realizing what was going on at the receptionist desk, both Daisy and Susan were now completely nude, and kissing and groping each other even more passionately than before. Daisy worked Susan around, so that Susan's back was facing the counter with the three sinks in it. Daisy then, in a surprising move, slid her hands under Susan's armpits, and lifted her up to sit on the counter. Susan's buttocks slapped juicily against the counter top, and Susan let out a surprised gasp of, "Ewe!" With her tongue Daisy began working her way down Susan's body. Traveling from the nape of Susan's neck, down Susan's chest, around Susan's breasts a couple of times (stopping briefly to suck on each tit), down to Susan's belly button, and headed slowly towards Susan's crouch. While Daisy's tongue was traveling, Daisy's left arm supported and massaged Susan's back, while Daisy's right hand gently massaged between Susan's clit, occasionally working a finger or two in and out of Susan's moistening pussy. Susan moaned softly in ecstasy, fully enjoying the erotic experience. Finally, Daisy's tongue had worked it's way down to Susan's vagina. Daisy now used her hands to spread Susan's thighs even futher apart, and began working magic with her tongue on Susan's g-spot for several minutes. Susan's moans steadily grew more and more excited. Susan was pulling at her own long blond hair with her left hand, and semi-biting on the fingers of her right hand to somewhat muffle the sounds of her moaning, as she cooed, "Oh, yes! That's it! Keep it up! Oh, Yes!" Susan's body began to spasm, her back arching up and down, her thighs clamping together tighter around Daisy's head. Both of Susan's hands shot down to grab and pull on Daisy's hair, as Daisy continued to ride her tongue onward, until juices began to flow from Susan's cunt, and she laid spent on top of the counter top. Daisy stood up from her kneeling spot in front of Susan and said, "Now doesn't that make you feel a lot better, and help you forget about your awful ex-boyfriend?" Daisy began to turn, and go get her clothes to put back on, but Susan reached out with her right hand to grab Daisy's left wrist, and replied, "Yes, I feel much better, but now it's your turn." A devilish grin flashed across Susan's face. Daisy turned back to Susan, and helped her to scoot off of the counter, while replying back, "You don't have to do that." "But I insist!" Susan, who was still smiling, said, as she again engaged Daisy with an intimate kiss, and began working Daisy back into the middle restroom stall. "Well, if you insist..." Daisy replied while sitting down on the toilet. Susan spread her legs on both sides of Daisy's lap, replying, "Oh, I do." They engaged in another long and passionate kiss, and then it was Susan this time who began kissing and working her tongue all over Daisy's body. Susan's hands were both behind Daisy's back, with her red painted fingernails sliding down hard enough to send shivers down Daisy's spine, but not hard enough to leave any marks, as she worked her mouth around Daisy's body. Kissing on Daisy's neck, teasing Daisy's ears, and working her way down Daisy's chest to her buxom bosoms. When Susan got to Daisy's ample breasts, she couldn't help herself, but to linger there a little while using both of her hands to squeeze and tease them, while her mouth ran wild; kissing, sucking, and running her tongue all over them. Secretly, Susan even envied Daisy slightly for having such lovely and voluptuous mounds for breasts, where Susan herself had only small petite sized ones, but at least Susan wasn't totally flat chested, and she did have something going on there. At least, she didn't have to be totally jealous of Daisy because she had enough going on there to have kept her previous ex-boyfriend happy, at least, until he dumped her. Eventually, Susan chased those ugly thoughts out of her head, and Susan's hands finally ran down to Daisy's inner thighs where Susan began to scratch at them like she had done Daisy's back, before finally beginning to massage Daisy's clit with her right hand occasionally working her middle finger in and out of Daisy's excited cunt. It was Daisy's turn now to moan and coo softly, as Susan finally began to run her tongue down Daisy's belly towards her eagerly awaiting crouch. Susan's tongue now began to work its own version of magic on Daisy's g-spot, while both of Susan's hands grabbed and squeezed on Daisy's massive tits. Susan's tongue ran up and down, and occasionally in and out of Daisy's hot and juicy cunt, while Susan's hands continued to squeeze Daisy's ample breasts, with Susan's thumbs playfully massaging Daisy's hardened nipples, occasionally pinching and playfully twisting Daisy's nipples between her thumb and forefinger alternating on each breast. Daisy moaned, thoroughly enjoying it, but she could tell Susan had little experience in this, and occasionally had to coach her with replies like, "A little higher, baby!" Or "A little lower. That's it! Keep going, darling!" Daisy Price Ch. 04 Finally, Daisy began to spasm, spreading her legs wide apart, and arching her back in the air. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Daisy moaned in ecstasy, as juices began to flow from her cunt, and Susan eagerly lapped them up, with the run over running down into the toilet. Daisy, now spent, just sat there, but Susan crawled up into her lap, both legs dangling off Daisy's right hips, and arms embraced around Daisy's waist in a comforting hug, which pressed both of their breasts against each other. "Thank you, Daisy. I really needed that. I think I'm really going to enjoy working with you." Susan whispered into Daisy's left ear. "I think I'm going to really enjoy working here too." Daisy said, and slapped Susan on the ass. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up, and dressed. We have work to do, and I need a cup of coffee." Using wet paper towels, they quickly cleaned each other off, wiped up any messes they made, dressed, and fixed their hair and makeup, both knowing a new bond had formed between the two of them. Exiting out of the women's restroom together, the ladies were surprised to find that Mr. Craftsman was sitting at the receptionist desk reading a newspaper Susan had left there. He was to distracted to notice that they had came out of the women's restroom together, but heard their footsteps coming down the hallway. Looking up, he noticed it was them, and closed the newspaper; folding it back up, and placing it back where he had found it, as he began to ask, "Susan, where have you been?" Daisy, however, replied back before Susan could respond, "I'm sorry, Mr. Craftsman, we were taking care of some lady issues, and Susan was giving me a tour of the place." Standing up, but calming down some (Knowing now that Susan had been with Daisy, and not running off somewhere goofing around, was a little bit of a relief.), he still replied firmly, "I guess that's excusable just this once, but try not to let it happen again. At least, let me know if you are going to step out in the future, so I can watch the phones. After all, we sometimes get very important phone calls that need to be answered right away." "Gosh, Mr. Craftsman, did anyone call while we were away?" Susan asked in alarm. "Well, only one guy, and he was an asshole..., but that's not the point!" Mr. Craftsman exclaimed. "We're sorry, Mr. Craftsman. It won't happen again. We promise." Daisy reassured him, and hid from Susan that she was gently patting his behind. "All right then. I guess no harm, no foul. I'll be in my office if anyone needs me." Mr. Craftsman said, as he walked off a little bit embarrassed. "Shall we continue our tour?" Daisy asked Susan with a wink, as Mr. Craftsman entered his office and shut the door. "Now, Susan, where's that coffee pot?"