0 comments/ 13478 views/ 4 favorites Going Up Ch. 02 By: brian473317 Brenda's Dilemma Brenda Caldwell looked in the mirror as she tidied herself up. She had one leg up on the bathroom counter as she sponged at herself with a wad of paper towels soaked with soap and water. She angled herself so she could see her bare pussy in the mirror as she scrubbed at it. She finished laving herself and put her foot back on the floor. She eyed herself critically in the mirror and decided she didn't look like a girl who'd just had it off in the lift with a complete stranger. Then she frowned and pulled her suit jacket closer in front of her to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing her bra. Her panties were also missing, but she didn't think there was any danger of someone seeing that. She tried to be angry with Jason, the man who'd made off with her underwear, but it was difficult. The doors to the lift were opening and he had scooped her lingerie off the floor and stuffed them into his jacket in an attempt to hide what they'd been doing. She frowned then thinking of that damned security guard. He'd intimated that a video camera had captured their every move even with the power out. She pursed her lips and nodded to herself. She was going to have to take care of that little detail. She took a deep breath and left the ladies room. She turned instinctively toward the lift but then paused when she looked at the stainless steel doors. She grimaced and turned back toward the stairs. "Six flights of stairs down is not too bad," she thought. On the ground floor she studied the layout and headed for the lobby. She looked around again and saw a non-descript door in the corner of the lobby with a small sign reading "security". She took a breath and straightened her skirt and jacket then walked to the door and knocked. There was a long pause and she knocked again. This time she heard a thump and an exclamation of surprise. "So he is in there," she thought. She heard another thump and rolled her eyes with impatience. She turned the handle, pushed the door open and stepped inside. She stopped with a surprised expression and then smirked. There was Jack the security guard with his pants around his ankles trying to tuck his erect cock into his boxer shorts. On the video monitor she saw a video of herself with Jason; a scene that had taken place no more than twenty minutes before. There was no sound and the grainy image was black and white, but there was no mistaking who the people in the video clip were. She watched half in amusement as the image of her in the video sucked Jason's cock. She looked at Jack once more and studied him. He was in his early twenties and suffered from an acne problem. His face was pock marked and his skin was red in places all over his face. He was reasonably well built but his uniform was wrinkled and hung on his frame as if it belonged to someone else. She blinked slowly as she stared at him and Jack swallowed nervously. "My, my," she said quietly. Jack swallowed hard and kept trying unsuccessfully to stuff his cock back into his shorts. "What have we here?" she said in a half whisper. "Wanking on the job are we?" Jack tried to speak but he was distracted by the fact that his pants were around his ankles and the woman he'd just been jacking off to was suddenly standing in the same room with him and looking at him with disapproval. She studied the video and realized that this footage could be a career ender for her. Also, she reflected, it was turning her on to no end to see her getting rogered from behind as was currently happening on the screen. She felt her nipples harden and turned to face Jack once more to take her mind off of it. He had given up on trying to pull his pants up and he simply stood there with his cock shriveling up and dangling through the slit in his boxers. "I assume that video is on your main network?" she said with a raised eyebrow. Jack nodded quickly and then looked down. "And just how many people have seen that?" she asked coldly. "Just me Ma'am!" he said quickly. "Just me, I only just got back here and I didn't get a chance to do anything with it except open it and look at it." "Obviously you had time to do one more thing," she said with a nod toward his flaccid penis. Jack blushed and put his hands over his crotch and shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably. "Tell you what Jack," she said coolly. "I'm going to let you give me all of that video and then I'm not going to tell your boss about what I've found in here." Jack swallowed hard again at her threat. "I'm also going to give you something to remember me by," she said and then strutted to his side. "Just so you don't get the urge to hold any of this footage back from me, I'm going to help you out, as it were." She took hold of his flaccid cock and cupped it in one hand. Jack's eyes went wide and she smiled. She stroked his penis a couple of times and leaned casually against the only desk in this small office. She leaned down and took his cock smoothly between her lips and began sucking. Jack grunted and sighed. Brenda put all her efforts into getting him off. After less than a minute, Jack grunted again and then his balls tensed. He came with a rush and gurgled as Brenda locked her lips around his cock. She took all his semen and swallowed it, making a show of taking his load down her throat. Then she looked up at him and smiled. "You see?" she said. "I can be nice to you. Now it's your turn to be nice to me. Get that video off the main server and burn it onto a CD for me would you?" Jack nodded and gulped with nervousness. He sat in the chair and looked helplessly at the monitor. He looked down at the keyboard and then again at the monitor. "What did you say you wanted me to do?" he said, turning to her in confusion. Brenda rolled her eyes and shoved his chair to one side. She leaned over the keyboard and found the main server network on the computer. She found the directory containing all the surveillance videos and studied the camera locations and time stamps on each one. Finally she found the one she sought and moved it off of the server. Then she pulled a CD from the desktop and instructed the computer to burn the video onto it. She straightened slightly as she waited and glanced at Jack. Jack was staring at her from behind with his eyes wide. She looked over her shoulder and realized that the back of her skirt had ridden up and her bum was sticking out. She imagined her pussy could probably be seen if the angle were right as well. She narrowed her eyes and glared at him. It was no use. He wasn't looking at her face. Although he'd made an effort to pull his pants up they were still unfastened and his cock was erect once more and poking through his shorts. Before she could react he stood up, gripped her hips and pushed his cock between her thighs and then it was sliding inside her. She cried out and tried to pull away but he held her firmly as he sank into her. He thrust his hips back and forth and grunted and she was helpless as he pinned her against the desk. After about a half minute he groaned and shoved inside her hard. She grimaced as she felt his cock twitch inside her, knowing he was spewing his semen into her. She pushed him back angrily and stood over him with her hands on her hips. "Now see here!" she said sternly. "You've gotten your reward already and you'll not be doing anything like that again! Are we clear?" Jack grinned and stared at the ceiling and nodded. "Sure thing!" he said absently. "I just had to feel it for myself, that's all." Brenda harrumphed and turned angrily to the computer. The CD was complete and she popped the disc table open and thrust the CD into her jacket pocket. She swept the server and the computer for any traces of the video and then turned to Jack. "I expect this is the last we shall hear from one another," she said pointedly. "If I hear about any stray copies of this video around I shall know whom to speak to about it. Your supervisor will get a detailed report from me about just what it is you do here when no one is looking." Jack frowned and muttered to himself. By this time he had fastened his trousers and was standing dejectedly in the corner of his office. He stared at the floor and watched her out of the side of his eyes as she strode past him and out the door. **************************************************** For the second time that day Brenda found herself staring into a mirror as she propped her leg onto a bathroom counter to clean her private parts. She frowned as she did it and muttered quietly as she swabbed her vagina with a paper towel soaked with soap and water. "Little bastard!" she spat as she thought of her misadventure in the security office, "Security, what a laugh!" She grimaced at the fact that Jack had his way with her regardless of her best matron voice. She had made a career out of telling people what to do and steering them into her way of thinking. "I must be slipping," she muttered. "It's probably the after effects of that damned claustrophobia from the lift! I can't get my thoughts straight today." She lowered her leg and studied her reflection once more. Again she drew her suit jacket closed to hide her nipples. Surprisingly they were sensitive and hard despite her anger at Jack for rogering her from behind without permission. Her blouse was not sheer but the silk was so pliant that the outlines of her nipples were clearly visible if her jacket fell open. She drew a card out of her pocket and read Jason Maxwell's office address. It was a suite in this building, which only made sense, she thought to herself. "I believe I need to go and find that fellow!" she said quietly. "Without my knickers, I just don't feel like I'm in charge today." Feeling in charge was something that Brenda always had. From her first job interview to her first sale to her first promotion, she always felt that she was in charge. She was surprised and a little discomfited at the thought that losing her panties could shake her self-confidence so badly. She sucked in a deep breath and steeled herself. She exited the ladies room and headed directly for the stairs. She'd had enough of lifts for one day. She climbed to the eighth floor and hunted for the suite number on Jason's card. "At last!" she muttered as she found it. She turned the knob, pushed on the door and went through, feeling almost like Sir Percival on his quest to find the grail. She grinned at the thought and wished profoundly for her vorpal blade to go snicker-snack to fell the Jabberwocky. The office looked deserted. There was a reception desk a few feet inside and a number of other desks arranged into a neat row-by-row pattern. The room was almost fifty feet deep and the dozen or so desks took up almost the whole space. "Well," she thought to herself. "If they can afford that many office gremlins, this might be a good addition to my list of clients!" She ventured further in and still failed to find any sign of life. She stopped and looked around critically. She frowned and then sighed as she felt a stray breeze work its way up between her thighs and against her bare pussy. "I simply must find my knickers!" she muttered. "Is that something you find yourself doing a lot?" a voice from behind her said with amusement. "Searching for your knickers?" She whirled in alarm and cried out. "Oh my God!" she said with a gasp. Jason laughed quietly and leaned against one of the desks. "For a ball-buster," he said grinning, "you sure have been startled a lot today." "Sod off and give me my knickers you Toad!" she said, trying to sound stern but failing altogether as she grinned in spite of herself. "Ah yes," he said and then began walking toward an office door tucked into a corner of the suite, "your knickers! I wondered how long you'd take to get around to picking them up. I'm glad you came. Frankly, I wasn't sure what I was going to do with them." "What, no souvenirs from your conquest?" she asked with a smile. "My conquest?" he said as he began to move past her and deeper into the office. "I was just a by-stander to that little piece of drama." "A by-stander with a big woody you mean," she said with one eyebrow raised. "I didn't say I wasn't human," he replied, speaking back over his shoulder as he walked. "It just seems to me that you were the uh... instigator in our little tryst." He walked into a well laid out office with a big desk and a large couch against one wall. He stepped behind the desk and opened a drawer. He placed a matching set of yellow silk lingerie onto his desk and turned to see Brenda staring at his nameplate on the office door. "This is your company?" she asked with a gleam in her eye. "Right down to the last paperclip," he replied and leaned against his desk. She turned to him and smiled. She walked to the desk and claimed her bra and panties and then turned to Jason and smiled more widely. Jason saw the predatory nature of her smile immediately. He suddenly felt as though he were about to confront one of those irresistible forces he'd heard so much about. "You and I must talk business sometime Darling!" she said. He narrowed his eyes and stared at her and she returned his gaze. Jason realized then that Brenda was indeed someone who was used to getting things her way. "I'll leave you to get dressed," he said with a nod to the lingerie in her hand. "Why so formal?" she said playfully as she removed her suit jacket. "It's not like you haven't seen them before." She dropped the jacket to the desk and Jason saw her nipples clearly outlined against her blouse. She stared into his eyes as she unfastened one pearl button at a time and then she was shrugging out of her blouse. Her breasts were C-cups and perfectly proportioned to her lithe body. Jason had still been reacting to her British accent, the accent he loved so much. He remembered her screaming in passion in the elevator and how her dirty talk had sounded with that accent. He had been trying to retain some composure just from those thoughts. Now that she was topless in his office, and he knew the only article of clothing she was wearing was her form fitted business skirt, his composure was rapidly disappearing. "Hmm," she said glancing down at his slacks. "It seems someone wants to come out and play." She went to her knees and unsnapped his trousers. She opened them and took his cock into her mouth. She could smell her own scent on it and hummed happily as she tasted their mingled juices all over him. She took his cock out of her mouth and looked up coquettishly. "I do believe you're going to become accustomed to this sort of treatment," she said. "I could get used to this," he said with a smile. "Not until we've discussed business," she said. She stood up abruptly and Jason stared at her in surprise. She reached for her bra and pulled it over her breasts. Then she fastened it and reached for her panties. She held them up and grimaced as she looked at the torn gusset. "How am I supposed to wear these now?" she said, holding them up for his inspection. Jason grimaced and was pushing his erect cock back into his pants. "That's not a nice thing to do," he grumbled. "Neither is this," she said pushing her fingers through the tears in her panties. Jason grunted sourly and went back behind his desk. He sat down and pursed his lips as he studied her. She pulled her blouse on and buttoned it and then her jacket. She sat down in the guest chair and crossed her legs teasingly, swinging her torn panties around one finger as she looked back at him. "So are we going to discuss business?" she asked slyly. "Nope!" he said. She opened her eyes wide and her mouth fell open. "Firstly," he said tightly, "I don't like cock teasers. Secondly, I don't think I like the way you do business. If whatever it is you're selling were any good, you wouldn't have to convince me to buy it by giving me a blowjob. And thirdly, I think you're much too sure of yourself and that turns me off. You might be a good fuck, but I'm not going to buy anything from you." Brenda frowned and stood up. Jason stood up with her. Being a gentleman had ingrained habits into him that were hard to break. She looked at him almost with a pout and sighed. "You never even gave me a chance to tell you what I'm selling," she said. Jason stared at her and Brenda found herself looking away from that shrewd gaze; another first for her. "I disagree," he said. "What you're selling I can buy out on that street corner over there. It's just the extras I don't know about." He stood up and began escorting her to the outer office. "Send me a bill for the panties," he said as he opened the door for her. "And if you ever get tired of your boy-toys and want a real man, give me a call. I know you're a good fuck. And you know I am too." She walked out feeling furious and humiliated. She was practically sputtering with rage as she pushed the button for the lift. She stepped in and pushed the ground floor button before she even remembered how afraid of it she was. Then the doors closed and she gulped in fear as it began to move. She made it to the ground floor without incident and then stormed out of the building. Her wrath was aimed both at Jason for his casual dismissal and at herself for her claustrophobia. She knew it made her vulnerable and she hated it! She got into her car and drove away muttering obscenities the whole drive home. **************************************************** Jason was sitting at home when the call came. He looked at his cell phone but didn't recognize the number on the display. "Hello?" he said with his eyes drawn down in curiosity. "There you are you Toad!" a woman with an upper class British accent said. "It's been simply forever and you haven't called me once. Honestly Jason, I'm hurt!" Jason chuckled quietly and sat down. He sat back in his recliner until his eyes were raised to the ceiling. "Brenda Caldwell," he said. "It couldn't be anyone else. No else would have the stones to talk like that to a man she hardly knows." "Hardly knows?" she exclaimed. "Now I really am hurt Darling! How can you say that after all we've been through together?" "As I recall," he said with a grin, "all we've been through together consists of a quickie in the elevator and a bout of cock teasing in my office." "Oh Darling, you're so melodramatic!" she purred. "I was simply building up to the moment of truth." "Oh, the moment of truth," Jason scoffed. "Really, and which one was the moment of truth? Was that the moment you left me with my dick hanging out of my pants or was it the moment you got dressed and sat down with your panties twirling on your finger?" "My, my; you do have issues don't you Darling," she said with a giggle. "I should think that you'd have appreciated every moment spent in my presence! There are many others who simply queue up for that privilege." "Really!" he said in mock admiration. "And just how long is that queue at this moment?" "It stretches on for blocks my Love," she teased. "However, I'm calling so that you can make up for the appalling way that you've treated me these past weeks. I'm going to allow you to take me out for dinner so you can grovel properly." "Grovel properly! I like the way you think Brenda." He said with a laugh. "And really it's been six days since I threw you out of my office. Just what night were you thinking of allowing me to take you on this star struck adventure." "Right now of course Darling!" she said. "I'm hungry and it's been a tiresome day. I should think you'd be chomping at the bit to see me again." Jason looked at his watch. It was already half past seven and he frowned. Going Up Ch. 02 "I don't know Brenda," he said. "I don't know if your tastes run to the type of restaurant that would take us in at this hour without a reservation. McDonald's maybe, but not many others." "You leave that to me Darling and pick me up at my flat in twenty minutes," she said. "And what makes you think I'm even dressed?" he asked. "Well Darling," she whispered seductively, "if you weren't dressed at the moment I'd have heard you tugging at your lolly while we spoke. You didn't grunt or moan once during our conversation so you must have some clothes on. Whatever they are, just jump into your motor and get ye hence!" Jason laughed and agreed. He hung up the phone and marveled at the woman's brazenness. He decided to give her exactly what she'd asked for and grabbed his car keys and headed for the door. Thirty minutes later he pulled up in front of her building and rang the buzzer. "Darling you simply must try to be on time in future!" she said through the intercom. "Otherwise this relationship is doomed from the start!" "I'm a slow driver," he said blandly. "Well that's something we shall definitely have to work on!" she said. "I'll be right down." Jason returned to his car and leaned against the passenger side door panel with his arms crossed. He watched through the glass panes on the front of the building and saw movement at the back of the lobby. She came breezing through the lobby with a triumphant grin on her face, a stylish shawl around her neck and wearing a low key evening dress. As she opened the inner door she looked at him and her triumphant grin morphed into a grimace of chagrin. Her mouth fell open and her eyes went wide as she stared at him. She frowned and walked slowly to the outer door and pushed it open with a look of tired impatience. "What the hell is that?" she asked, each word dripping out of her mouth with contempt. "What?" Jason asked innocently. "What are you wearing?" she said. "Exactly what I was wearing when you called me," he replied. She looked him up and down, taking in his gray track pants and sleeveless athletic shirt, and shook her head in exasperation. "I said it, didn't I," she said tiredly. "I told you to come as you are." "Yes you did," he said with an impish grin. She sighed and leaned against the car beside him. She closed her eyes briefly and then looked him up and down once more. She frowned again and then let out a brief sputter of amusement. "I should have known," she said, grinning in spite of herself. "I should have known that you'd do something like this." Jason nodded and then the two of them started laughing. She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head one more time. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked rhetorically. "I think you should come to dinner with me," he said evenly. "Get in. I've already made the arrangements." She laughed again and slid into the passenger seat as he held the door for her. "This ought to be entertaining," she muttered. She sat back in the car enjoying the ride. It was not as expensive a car as her own but she was beginning to get used to him not even trying to impress her as so many other men did with dreary regularity. She began to wonder to herself whether she'd been mistaken all these years in trying to be the driving force in every single one of her relationships. "Where are you taking me?" she asked, almost afraid he was going to say McDonald's. "You'll see," he said cryptically. After some fifteen minutes they pulled up to a bistro that Brenda didn't even know existed. Mario's was a small café style restaurant in an industrial park that she'd never seen before. She studied the darkened windows doubtfully and turned to Jason as he parked the car. "I think it's closed my dear," she said. "Yeah," he said as he swung the car door open and got out. He sauntered around to her side of the car and opened her door. "Coming?" he asked. She pursed her lips and gave a mental shrug. She slid out of the car and tucked her hand under his arm. He escorted her to the glass door and rapped twice on the glass. Silence. He smiled at her and turned to the door again in time for a man to come bustling out of the back room. The man squinted through the darkness at them and then smiled. He rushed to the door and opened it wide. "Ah Senor Maxwell," the small mustachioed man said happily. "It has been too long Senor." He held the door for them to enter and led them to a back room. There was a well laid table in the center of the room. Beside the table was a silver ice bucket on a silver filigreed stand. A bottle of Chardonnay, its glass surface beaded with cold moisture lay in a bed of ice in the bucket. The man rushed forward and held the chair for Brenda with a friendly smile and pushed it gently forward as she settled into her seat. Jason sat himself and smiled while the man opened the wine and offered him the cork. Jason inhaled the bouquet and sighed in contentment. "Excellent Mario!" he said. "As usual." Mario grinned in satisfaction and poured first for Brenda and then for Jason. Being something of a connoisseur, Brenda sniffed at the wine as she raised it to her lips. Her eyes widened briefly and she sipped at it, knowing already from the aroma that it was very fine. "My goodness!" she stammered. "I'm..." "Speechless?" Jason offered. "That will do," she agreed with a smile. "Senor y Senorina," Mario said with a partial bow, "dinner will be served when you are ready." The man withdrew and Brenda was about to tell Jason how unreal this night had been so far. Suddenly the sound of a violin filled the air and she turned to her left with a start to see a man dressed in a tuxedo sliding his bow expertly across a violin that gleamed dark red in the candlelight. A guitar began to play a rhythm and she saw, almost invisible, another tuxedo clad man sitting in a chair and finger picking at a guitar to accompany the violinist. "I take it back," she said in awe. "Take what back?" Jason asked with a grin. "Every nasty thing I've ever said, or even considered saying about you," she said. "I might even apologize for all the nasty things I might say about you in the future as well." Jason laughed and held his wine up in a toast. She touched her glass to his with a quiet clink and was once again rendered speechless. Before she had a chance to hide her blushing, Mario returned with appetizers whose aroma had Brenda's palate fairly yearning to taste it. And so the evening went. There was little conversation between them, but with the atmosphere the way it was and the food, prepared to perfection, laid in front of them almost before they even realized they wanted it, there was little time for small talk. At the end of the meal, Brenda, on her third glass of wine, swayed prettily toward Jason and gave him a lustful stare. "Do you think these gentlemen would mind if I threw you down on this table and made mad passionate love to you while they watched?" she asked. "I think the violin music would go quite well with that," Jason said with a smile. "So you don't mind my state of dress anymore?" "Darling," she said a little too loudly, "it won't matter what you've been wearing all night because I'm about to strip you naked!" "Actually," Jason said, "I was hoping I could bend you over the table, flip your little dress up and fuck you from behind." "Oh Darling," she said with wistfully, "if only I thought you really meant that." "You don't think I do?" he asked. She shook her head and grinned. "You're far too straight-laced for that," she said confidently. Jason cocked his head to one side and stood up. Brenda's eyes opened wide for a moment and she watched him as he approached the violinist. The musician stopped playing and Jason whispered into his ear. The man grinned and leaned down to his accompanist. The man in the chair nodded and they began to play a waltz that Brenda had never heard. It was set in a minor key and sounded very Russian. Jason approached the table and held out his hand to her. She grinned and stood up. He took her into his arms and they began to dance to the waltz. "What is that music?" she asked him, entranced by the eighth and sixteenth note runs built onto the minor key. It was hypnotic. "A piece I wrote a few years ago," he said. Before she could take in his response, she was whirled around the room and had no chance to say or think anything. The dance went on and Brenda found herself becoming increasingly aroused. Before she knew it, she was bent forward over the table, the plates and dishes having been thoughtfully cleared as they danced. She felt Jason's hands groping for her dress and then it was raised over her back. She felt her panties being whisked to the floor and, before she could react, his cock was inside her. She groaned as he entered her and looked back over her shoulder at him. He was gripping her hips and pumping into her and, standing off to the side, the violinist continued to play the oddly sounding waltz. As Jason continued to fuck her, the music began to speed up. Jason's thrusts came in time to the music and Brenda almost couldn't breathe as she took in the surreal events around her. The music continued to speed up, the guitarist's rhythm almost like flamenco. The violinist was playing so fast, she could barely see his fingers as they flew across the fret board. She grunted as Jason thrust into her, feeling her arousal grow and her orgasm approach like a speeding locomotive. She screamed suddenly and Jason pounded into her mercilessly. As her climax took her she was splayed across the table with her arms spread wide and her bum high behind her. Her feet were wide apart and she could feel Jason's lower belly slapping against her behind. Suddenly Jason grunted and she felt him twitch as his cock erupted deep in her vagina. "You bastard," she groaned. "No man has ever fucked me in front of a band before!" Jason chuckled and pulled his track pants into place. He pulled her dress back down to cover her bum and reached for her panties which had been tossed by her feet. "I'm keeping these this time," he said. "This was after all my conquest, not yours." "Darling," she said languorously, "I'm going to get you for this. You do realize that don't you?" "Of course!" he said. He collected her wrap and put it over her shoulders and led her to the door. They waved to the grinning musicians and Jason held her close to him as they went to his car. "What about the bill?" she asked him as he held the car door for her. "I took care of it," he said. Mario watched them drive away and smiled a contented smile. Perez and Dominic were still playing the Russian waltz as he tidied up and he hummed along with them. "Let them play," he said. "Let them play!"