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The Temp

By: Goodman



"You've gotta be kidding! Unbelievable!" I shouted into the phone. "She's gonna be out of work for three months! And this is our busiest time of the year!"

"That's what I just heard," replied Gillian, our HR director, trying to be calm (which I appreciated). "If she heals quickly, it might be 10 weeks maybe."

"She's gonna be all right, isn't she?"

"Oh, yeah. But she won't be back until first of next year."

"Christ! Jesus H. Christ!" I muttered as I began to think up a plan.

As General Manager of a design and manufacturing company, you can always work through absenteeism, strikes and walkouts, supplier delivery problems, and sales slowdowns, but when your lead shipping coordinator is put out of commission for three months, your company becomes "constipated" you might say. You can build all the stuff you can, but if it doesn't get out on time, you're screwed. Lorna knows everything about picking orders for shipping, dealing with the freight companies, working up the customs paperwork for foreign shipments, and a million other things that no one else in the company knew well. And now she would be out for the final three months of the year, our busiest time. That's what I get for dragging my feet about implementing that cross-training project.

"Get a hold of the agency and see if they can get someone over here. Someone with experience."

"Which agency?"

"How about the one we used when Charisse was out?"

"QualTemp? Their people usually are pretty good. I'll see what they can do."

"Great. Keep me posted," I said hanging up the phone quickly.

Great indeed! Things had been going too well since the summer slowdown. I knew it wouldn't last but you can always hope. And with all that had been going on in my personal life, the last thing I needed was another problem, another headache, or another ulcer. I had lost--in order--my parents in a car accident, my longstanding girlfriend to a bleached out, beach bum bartender, then my apartment when my roommate got married. But what hurt as much as anything was when I lost my dog, just a couple of days after. Old Kelsey Dog had been my best friend through everything and now I had no one. Thank God I had my work to keep me going. And just when everything else was settling done and falling into place, another pot began to boil over. First things first, I went over to the sales office to select a "volunteer."

"I've been informed by Gillian that Lorna will be out until possibly the first of the year," I announced. "It's a recurrence of the problem she had a couple of years ago and required surgery. She's at Eastlawn Memorial if anyone is interested." I paused as the news sank into the half dozen staff members gathered about. "So who wants to take over shipping for the next three months while she recovers?" I asked, not at all surprised when no one stepped forward.

"We'll be bringing over a temp in the next couple of days, but we really need someone to fill in until then. Any volunteers?"

"Lorna is the only one who really knows it all," remarked Sandy. "I've helped her a little bit but I don't really know anything too well."

Sandy would have been my first choice, but she was a little indecisive and would probably struggle with the responsibility. The others looked around, shrugging their shoulders or trying to disappear from view.

"It's only for a couple of days," I added again. "We just need someone to fill in. I could just volunteer someone for the job." My last remark produced a look of fear on a couple of faces.

"I'll do it," said Terri in her Southern Belle voice. "I worked with her on a couple of the shipments to Mexico last month. I'll give it a try."

"Thanks, Terri. I really appreciate your help in this. Stop by my office when you're ready and we can review the open order list."

One crisis dealt with. How many more to go? As I strolled back to my office, I wondered about Terri. She was a steady worker, always here, always on time, and now volunteering for a special project. She was a nice girl who worked on the phones in customer service. With her sweet southern accent she was able to charm all but the most difficult customers, and those just took a little more time. There wouldn't be any problem with her working alongside Derek the lady killer, our Sales Manger, for Terri was the kind of girl that people would compliment as having lovely hair, a great phone voice, and a wonderful personality. In short she was a big girl, fleshy as my Dad used to say. Not that there was anything wrong with carrying a little weight. But Derek's taste had always been for tall, slim women, so he would be thrilled when he was back in the office on Monday.

Monday afternoon found me in the conference room interviewing the last of three candidates sent over by QualTemp. The first was a real young girl who had worked in receiving at a shoe warehouse: neither very experienced nor very bright. The second was an older guy who had been out of work for a while and seemed real shiftless: not at all what we needed as a temp. We needed someone who could jump right in and take over without a lot of training and handholding.

That brought us to Number Three. Michelle was kind of plain looking with old-fashioned large glasses and light colored hair pulled back and pinned severely behind her head. Her lumpy nondescript business suit was a size too big and hung on her like a grocery bag. No makeup, no fingernail polish, and heavy functional shoes. As I reviewed her resume, she was content to sit quietly legs crossed primly and her hands clasped together in her lap. In her late twenties with several years experience in various warehousing and clerical jobs, she seemed knowledgeable, smart, and competent. Derek wouldn't be too excited but she was only a temp and Lorna would be back before we knew it.

Gillian and I looked at each other and smiled.

"When can you start?" I asked.

"As soon as you'll have me," she replied quite matter-of-factly. I finished my last assignment last Friday."

"Gillian, I think we've found our person," I said.

Gilliam nodded in return and we started the paperwork rolling. There was a physical exam (if you were warm and breathed in and out you passed), and some forms for the agency and we had our temp signed up.

She dug right in the following day, working with Terri all morning. By the afternoon, Terri was back at her desk in the sales office, and the Temp had taken over the shipping office. I stopped by Terri's desk to see how it went.

"She knew more about it than I did," Terri said, somewhat impressed. ""I showed her how to log onto the system and some of the quirks about it, and that was it. She took right over."

"Great, Terri. Thanks for helping out."

"Sure, Kevin. Anytime," she cooed in that soft Southern Belle voice. "But only for you. By the way, where did you find her?"

"One of the agencies we use. QualTemp I think. Why?"

"Well, I don't know," Terri began, lowering her voice and leaning toward me.

"But she seems a little strange. I don't know what it is. It's like there's something going on behind those big old glasses and it kind of put me off."

"Hmm, thanks for the tip. We'll keep an eye on things," I replied. "And thanks again for the help."

There turned out to be little to keep an eye on. Over the months she worked real hard at getting ahead of shipments, staging paperwork and shipping boxes a few days in advance. Jerry the shipping clerk often remarked that she was great to work with, always helpful and prepared.

"If only she wasn't so, so ... so vanilla," he remarked one day.

A couple of the girls remarked how she dressed like a man and hinted that she might be a lesbian. Michelle had worn her business suit just for the interview. Most of the time she wore bulky sweatshirts or sweaters and baggy blue workpants. I met with her on a couple of occasions when Derek was out of town to make sure that important shipments were getting out. When I asked her about some missing paperwork for an international shipment, she got all flustered but quickly found the documents.

"Sometimes I am so blond," she said in a disgusted voice.

It was the closest that any one came to seeing her display a sense of humor. But it got me to thinking about her. I hadn't noticed that she was blond. She kept her hair pulled back all of the time and with the large glasses and no makeup, she seemed to sort of disappear into the background. It wasn't as if she was unattractive or anything, and maybe if she dressed up a little she would look quite nice.

I started to notice how she would always be out in shipping whenever I came in after lunch, which was part of my routine, and especially in the afternoon when I would go out for my run. She would always greet me and give me a little report on how many shipments we made and their value. I would stop and try to engage in conversation, but she was so very businesslike and never revealed any personality or femininity. She got the work done so well and her reputation was so widely communicated throughout the company that Lorna found out and decided that she was recovered enough to come back early just to hang onto her job. Gillian and I set it up so that Lorna would spend her first day back with Michelle to catch up with things. At the same meeting, I approached Gillian with an idea that I had been mulling over for a couple of weeks.

"So, Gillie, you know how I've often suggested that we could use an extra person for special projects if the right one came along?"

"Yes, Kevin," she nodded with a smile. "Has the right one come along?"

"Well, I've been noticing Michelle, our temp. She seems very dependable and businesslike."

"She tests out very well in the reviews I've had with her. Would you like me to talk with her?"

"I'll handle it if you don't mind. She may not want any part of it."

Gillian agreed and we set up an interview for the next day, although we didn't call it an interview.

"Well, Miss Robinson, tomorrow is your last day in shipping," I began. "I'd like to say that we were lucky to get you when we did. You've been a real hard worker and become an asset to the company."

"Thank you," she replied evenly. "You can call me Missy if you'd like. The other employees kept getting me confused with Michelle Monroe in marketing. My Daddy always called me Missy."

"That's cute," I said somewhat distracted by the personal reference. "Well, okay, Missy. I was wondering if you'd consider staying on with us in another capacity."

"What do you have in mind?"

"We've been needing someone for a while, someone more than just a secretary who can take on special projects. You're very dependable and organized and efficient. You volunteer to stay late and finish the job. I think you would be a good fit for the job."

"Would this be a front office job?"

"Well, yes. I was thinking of putting the person in the spare office a couple doors down, you know the one everyone call the broom closet."

"Just what kind of special projects?"

"A number of things really. The benchmarking surveys, the warranty registration program to name a couple. I also want to look closer at coordination efforts between sales and production. Maybe even some efficiency evaluations with engineering and production."

"Although I'm flattered, I'm not really sure that I'm qualified for something like that. I've always done warehouse management, shipping and receiving, that sort of thing."

"Sure, but you don't mind working hard, you take direction well, you make decisions quickly when they're needed. I think it's the kind of job that you can grow into."

"Well, I must admit that I'm very interested."

"I've been keeping the position open until the right person came along and I feel that you just might be the one."

"When would I start? I mean if I accept it?"

"Well, you'll be spending much of the day tomorrow with Lorna, but I would like to meet with you for a little bit tomorrow and set up a work plan for the next couple of months. Then you can get a clean start on Monday."

"It sounds like a challenge, but one I think I could take on."

"Then it's decided. You can spend the day with Lorna catching her up but try to save a couple of hours for me."

"What's the dress code in the office? It's hard to tell from shipping."

"We don't really have a code. Most of the management wears dress shirts and ties but the guys wear slacks and pullovers a lot. It's a little more open with the ladies. Gillian goes for that neat professional look, skirted suits and dresses, that I kind of like, but many of the girls wear slacks. I won't object as long as it's neat and clean."

"I guess I may have to upgrade my wardrobe," she said, tugging awkwardly at her baggy workpants.

"I'm sure you'll do fine!"

We stood and shook on the arrangement and she quickly left. Special Projects Coordinator. Yeah, that sounds right. I called Gillian to let her know so that she could put the paperwork together. After hanging up the phone, I pushed back in my chair and thought about what I had just done. A neat professional young woman to tackle some of the lingering projects that no one else had the time to do. This should work out well, I thought.

On the next morning, from the moment I walked through the front door, I could sense there was something going on. Above the hum and drum of the everyday workweek, there was a sense of excitement, like the last day before a long holiday. Charisse greeted me with a smile and a laugh.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing Kevin," she replied with a snicker.

I called Roy into my office to talk to him about fixing up the "broom closet" as an office for Miss Rob--er, Missy.

"Make it nice for her, okay?"

"Yeah, right Bossman," he said with a chuckle. "You must have been the only one who could have seen it coming."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when Missy came in today, I mean like no one knew who it was. I mean we all thought she was another special temp for Derek."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Haven't you seen her?"

"Who?"

"Michelle Robinson. You know, Missy, the shipping temp."

Roy was normally pretty calm and easy going, but I could tell from the excitement in his voice that this was something I needed to check on. As I rounded the corner leading to Lorna's cubicle, there was a distinctly different scent in the air. Nice perfume, I thought. Lorna was seated at her old desk and the side chair was pulled around so that the guest could sit next to her. For a moment I thought it was a service person from our IT company giving her a review of some new software. She was dressed in a soft white cable knit sweater and dark skirt with her long golden blond hair topped by a cute little black beret.

"So I found the OPQ program in the routine," said the guest. "This way you can roll up the shipments in an inquiry instead of having to spool that entire report and have it come out wrong and need to redo it."

As the guest turned around, my jaw must have dropped. It was Missy, the former shipping temp. Gone were the large glasses. I hardly recognized her face, done up so nicely with a touch of rouge and eye makeup. Her large dark blue eyes sparkled. Her lips were covered with a glossy pink lipstick and looked full and luscious as she smiled. It was the same young woman, but she looked completely different, a beautiful difference at that.

"Nice to see you back, Lorna," I stammered. "I see you've met Missy. Glad to have you back."

"I'm glad to be back, Kevin," replied Lorna. "She's been showing me some shortcuts in the system that she found out about."

"Missy, be sure to save some time for me later, if you can. We need to lay out a work plan."

Missy smiled and nodded, her smile bright and startling. Was it the lipstick and makeup that transformed her into this gorgeous creature in front of me or did she always look like this but we never could see it beneath her plain façade. I let my eye drop and caught just a glimpse of her long legs, now covered in black stockings and crossed politely with a black pump dangling from her foot. I grinned like a fool and excused myself.

"I told ya, Bossman," cracked John as he saw me head back to my office. "No wonder you wanted her to work for you. Derek's gonna be jealous."

"I didn't know she looked like ... I mean, whoa, don't think that I ..." I mumbled as I tried to find the right words.

"I know what you mean. She took us all by surprise."

At break time she came to my office and stood by the door clearing her voice to get my attention.

"Hi, Missy," I called out. "Can I help you?"

"Do you have a few minutes?" she asked demurely.

"Well, sure. I always have a few minutes for any employee."

"I want to apologize for creating a disturbance," she began. "I guess I shouldn't have shifted gears so suddenly and maybe eased into the role a little more gently. I didn't think people would react like this"

"No need to apologize. You haven't done anything wrong; at least as far as the employee guide goes. Besides, people are always going to talk and I think you just surprised everyone. They all thought you were kind of a plain drab young woman and gees, look at you. I mean you look quite lovely." I hoped I hadn't gone on too far.

"Well, you see I've always had a hard time getting and keeping good jobs when I dressed like the other girls, like this" she said stepping into my office and toward my desk. "So I thought I'd try dressing down and playing it safe. Besides it keeps the sharks away, if you know what I mean."

"Well, again, no apology needed. Just as long as your work ethic remains the same."

"I'll try dressing more conservatively next week, but I couldn't help it this morning. It's been so long since I dressed in a feminine way like this. Like the old song, 'I enjoy being a girl.'"

"No complaints from me," I replied. "I enjoy that you enjoy being ... well, you know what I mean. Now go and enjoy your break."

She excused herself and headed back toward the break room. I could hear the sound of a good-natured wolf whistle. Later on, I saw her in the hallway leading to the cafeteria with a few of the guys from production gathered around. She was smiling politely as they tried to make small talk and catch her fancy. As she saw me round the corner, she politely excused herself from her group of admirers and called out to me.

"Kevin!" she called. "Have you got a minute?"

"Sure! What's up?" I asked as she scurried up to me.

"I'll have some time in the afternoon to meet with you. There are just a few more things to catch Lorna up with."

"Great, just let me know."

"Okay. And thanks for rescuing me."

"Huh?"

"Well, those guys never had the time for me until now and it makes me--don't know--uncomfortable."

"Well, sometimes it takes some fancy wrapping paper to get a man interested in the nice present inside."

"Thanks," she said with a laugh. "I needed that. Besides you seem like you could see through the wrapping."

She gave me a pleasant little look, smiled and moved away toward the front office. She was like a puzzle that was falling into place. I wondered about how she had been treated at other places and began to understand her better. To be a smart and beautiful woman is a challenge in this world. Working with her started to seem like a more intriguing opportunity.

The rest of the morning flew past. As I was heading out for my usual late lunch, I saw Missy hustling in from the parking lot. As she hurried, her black leather jacket opened up and I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. The sight of firm her young breasts bouncing as she scurried inside was captivating. I sure could see enough through that wrapping, I thought, as I held to door open for her before heading out.

"I'll be ready to meet with you this afternoon," she remarked with a warm smile.


The Temp



"You've gotta be kidding! Unbelievable!" I shouted into the phone. "Lorna's gonna be out of work for three months! And this is our busiest time of the year!"

"That's what I just heard," replied Gillian, our HR director, trying to be calm, which I appreciated. "If she heals quickly, it might be 10 weeks maybe."

"She's gonna be all right, isn't she?"

"Oh, yeah. But she won't be back until first of next year."

"Christ! Jesus H. Christ!" I muttered as I began to think up a plan.

As General Manager of a design and manufacturing company, you can always work through absenteeism, strikes and walkouts, supplier delivery problems, and sales slowdowns, but when your lead shipping coordinator is put out of commission for three months, your company becomes "constipated" you might say. You can build all the stuff you can, but if it doesn't get out on time, you're screwed. Lorna knows everything about picking orders for shipping, dealing with the freight companies, working up the customs paperwork for foreign shipments, and a million other things that no one else in the company knew well. And now she would be out for the final three months of the year, our busiest time. That's what I get for dragging my feet about implementing that cross-training project, I thought to myself.

"Get a hold of the agency and see if they can get someone over here," I said to begin the plan rolling as I spoke. "Make sure it's someone with experience."

"Which agency?"

"How about the one we used when Charisse was out?"

"QualTemp? Their people usually are pretty good. I'll see what they can do."

"Great. Keep me posted," I said hanging up the phone quickly.

Great indeed! Things had been going too well since the summer slowdown. I knew it wouldn't last but you can always hope. And with all that had been going on in my personal life, the last thing I needed was another problem, another headache, or another ulcer. I had lost--in order--my parents in a car accident, my longstanding girlfriend to a bleached out, beach bum bartender, then my sweet apartment deal when my roommate got married. But what hurt as much as anything was when I lost my dog, just a couple of days after. Old Kelsey Dog had been my best friend through everything and now I had no one. Thank God I had my work to keep me going. And just when everything else was starting to settle done and fall back into place, another pot began to boil over. First things first, I went over to the sales office to select a "volunteer."

"I'm not sure what you may have heard this morning, but Lorna will be out until possibly the first of the year," I announced. "It's a recurrence of the problem she had a couple of years ago and required surgery. She's at Eastlawn Memorial if anyone is interested." I paused as the news sank into the half dozen staff members gathered about. "So who wants to take over shipping for the next three months while she recovers?" I asked, not at all surprised when no one stepped forward. "We'll be bringing over a temp in the next couple of days, but we really need someone to fill in for the next couple of days. Any volunteers?"

"Lorna is the only one who really knows it all," remarked Sandy. "I've helped her a little bit but I don't really know anything too well."

Sandy would have been my first choice, but she was a little indecisive and would probably struggle with the responsibility. The others looked around, shrugging their shoulders or trying to disappear from view.

"It's only for a couple of days," I added again. "We just need someone to fill in. I could just volunteer someone for the job." My last remark produced a look of fear on a couple of faces.

"I'll do it," said Terri in her Southern Belle voice. "I worked with her on a couple of the shipments to Mexico last month. I'll give it a try."

"Thanks, Terri. I really appreciate your help in this. Stop by my office when you're ready and we can review the open order list."

One crisis dealt with. How many more to go? As I strolled back to my office, I wondered about Terri. She was a steady worker, always here, always on time, and now volunteering for a special project. She was a nice girl who worked on the phones in customer service. With her sweet southern accent she was able to charm all but the most difficult customers, and those just took a little more time. There wouldn't be any problem with her working alongside Derek the lady killer, our Sales Manger, for Terri was the kind of girl that people would compliment as having lovely hair, a great phone voice, and a wonderful personality. In short she was a big girl, fleshy as my Dad used to say. Not that there was anything wrong with carrying a little weight. But Derek's taste had always been for tall, slim women, so he wouldn't exactly be thrilled when he was back in the office later in the week.

Monday afternoon found me in the conference room interviewing the last of three candidates sent over by QualTemp. The first was a real young girl who had worked in receiving at a shoe warehouse: neither very experienced nor very bright. The second was an older guy who had been out of work for a while and seemed real shiftless: not at all what we needed as a temp. We needed someone who could jump right in and take over without a lot of training and handholding.

That brought us to prospect Number Three. Michelle was a plain looking woman with old-fashioned glasses and light colored hair pulled back and pinned severely behind her head. Her lumpy nondescript jacket and slacks were a size too big and fit her like grocery bags. No makeup, no fingernail polish, and heavy functional shoes. As I reviewed her resume, she was content to sit quietly legs crossed primly and her hands clasped together in her lap. Not all that much younger than myself, in her late twenties but with several years experience in various warehousing and clerical jobs, she seemed knowledgeable, smart, and competent. Derek wouldn't be too excited but then she was only a temp and Lorna would be back before we knew it. 

Gillian and I looked at each other and smiled.

"When can you start?" I asked.

"As soon as you'll have me," she replied quite matter-of-factly. "I finished my last assignment last Friday."

"Gillian, I think we've found our person," I said with a smile, noticing a trickle of a smile that Michelle tried hard to hide.

Gilliam nodded in return and we started the paperwork rolling. There was a physical exam (if you were warm and breathed in and out you passed), and some forms for the agency and we had our temp signed up.

Michelle dug right in the following day, working with Terri all morning. By the afternoon, Terri was back at her desk in the sales office, and the Temp had taken over the shipping office. I stopped by Terri's desk to see how it went.

"She knew more about it than I did," Terri said, somewhat impressed. "I showed her how to log onto the system and some of the quirks about it, and that was it. She took right over."

"Great, Terri. Thanks for helping out."

"Sure, Jack. Anytime," she cooed in that soft Southern Belle voice. "But only for you. By the way, where did you find her?"

"One of the agencies we use. QualTemp I think. Why?"

"Well, I don't know," Terri began, lowering her voice and leaning toward me. "But she seems a little strange. I don't know what it is. It's like there's something going on behind those big old glasses and it kind of put me off."

"Hmm, thanks for the tip. We'll keep an eye on things," I replied. "And thanks again for the help."

From my point of view, there turned out to be little to keep an eye on. Over the next month she worked real hard at getting ahead of shipments, staging paperwork and shipping boxes a few days in advance. Jerry the finished goods clerk often remarked that she was great to work with, always helpful and prepared.

"If only she wasn't so, so ... so vanilla," he remarked one day.

A couple of the girls remarked how Michelle dressed like a man and hinted that she might be a lesbian. Most of the time she wore bulky sweatshirts or sweaters with baggy blue workpants. I met with her on a couple of occasions when Derek was out of town to make sure that important shipments were getting out. When I asked her about some missing paperwork for an international shipment, she got all flustered but quickly found the documents.

"Sometimes I am so blond," she said in a disgusted voice.

That was the closest anyone came to seeing her display a sense of humor. But it got me to thinking about her. I hadn't noticed that she was blond. She kept her hair pulled back all of the time and with the large glasses and no makeup, she seemed to sort of disappear into the background. It wasn't as if she was unattractive or anything, and maybe if she dressed up a little she would look quite nice.

I started to notice how she would always be out in shipping whenever I came in after lunch, which was part of my routine, and especially in the afternoon when I would go out for my run. She would always greet me and give me a little report on how many shipments we made and their value. I would stop and try to engage in conversation, but she was so very businesslike and never revealed any personality or femininity. She got the work done so well and her reputation was so widely communicated throughout the company that Lorna found out and decided that she was recovered enough to come back early just to hang onto her job. Gillian and I set it up so that Lorna would spend her first day back with Michelle to catch up with things. At the same meeting, I approached Gillian with an idea that I had been mulling over for a couple of weeks.

"So, Gillie, you know how I've often suggested that we could use an extra person for special projects if the right one came along?"

"Yes, Jack," she nodded with a smile. "Has the right one come along?"

"Well, I've been noticing Michelle, our temp. She seems very dependable and businesslike."

"She tests out very well in the 30 and 60-day reviews I've had with her. Would you like me to talk with her?"

"I'll handle it if you don't mind. She may not want any part of it."

Gillian agreed and we set up an interview for the next day, although we didn't call it an interview.

"Well, Miss Robinson, tomorrow is your last day in shipping," I began. "I'd like to say that we were very lucky to get you when we did. You've been a real hard worker and become an asset to the company."

"Thank you," she replied evenly. "But you can call me Missy if you'd like. The other employees kept getting me confused with Michelle Monroe in marketing. My Daddy always called me Missy."

"That's cute," I said somewhat distracted by the personal reference. "Well, okay, Missy. I was wondering if you'd consider staying on with us in another capacity."

"What do you have in mind?"

"We've been needing someone for a while, someone more than just a secretary who can take on special projects. You're very dependable and organized and efficient. You volunteer to stay late and finish the job. I think you would be a good fit for the job."

"Would this be a front office job?" she asked, her forehead wrinkling a bit with concern.

"Well, yes. I was thinking of putting the person in the spare office a couple doors down, you know the one everyone call the broom closet."

"Just what kind of special projects?"

"A number of things really. The benchmarking surveys, the warranty registration program to name a couple. I also want to look closer at coordination efforts between sales and production. Maybe even some efficiency evaluations with engineering and production."

"Although I'm flattered, I'm not really sure that I'm qualified for something like that," she remarked. "I've always done warehouse management, shipping and receiving, that sort of thing."

"Sure, but you don't mind working hard, you take direction well, you make decisions quickly when they're needed. I think it's the kind of job that you can grow into."

"Well, I must admit that I'm very interested," she said, with the concern beginning to disappear from her forehead.

"I've been keeping the position open until the right person came along and I feel that you just might be the one."

"When would I start? I mean if I accept it?"

"Well, you'll be spending much of the day tomorrow with Lorna, but I would like to meet with you for a little bit tomorrow and set up a work plan for the next couple of months. Then you can get a clean start on Monday."

"It sounds like a challenge," she said. Her eyes darted from one side to the other as if she were thinking over her decision. "But the way you explain it, it sounds kind of neat. I think I'll take it."

"Then it's decided. You can spend the day tomorrow with Lorna catching her up but try to save a couple of hours for me."

"By the way, what's the dress code in the office? It's hard to tell from shipping."

"We don't really have a code. Most of the management wears dress shirts and ties but the guys wear slacks and sport shirts a lot. It's a little more open with the ladies. Gillian goes for that neat professional look, skirted suits and dresses, that I kind of like, but many of the girls wear slacks. I don't have any issues as long as everyone is dressed neat and clean."

"I guess I may have to upgrade my wardrobe," she said, tugging awkwardly at her baggy workpants.

"I'm sure you'll do fine!"

We stood and shook hands on our arrangement and she quickly left. Special Projects Coordinator. Yeah, that sounds right. I called Gillian to let her know so that she could put the paperwork together. After hanging up the phone, I pushed back in my chair and thought about what I had just done. A neat professional young woman to tackle some of the lingering projects that no one else had the time to do. This should work out well, I thought.

From the moment I walked through the front door on the next morning, I could sense there was something abuzz. Above the hum and drum of the everyday workweek, there was a current of excitement, like the last day before a long holiday. Charisse greeted me with a smile and a laugh.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing, Jack," she replied with a snicker.

I called Roy, the janitor, into my office to talk to him about fixing up the "broom closet" as an office for Miss Rob--er, Missy.

"Make it nice for her, okay?"

"Yeah, right Bossman," he said with a big chuckle. "You must have been the only one who could have seen it coming."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when she came in today, I mean like no one knew who it was. I mean we all thought she was another special temp for Derek."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Haven't you seen her?"

"Who?"

"Michelle Robinson. You know, Missy, the shipping temp."

Roy was normally pretty calm and easy going, but I could tell from the excitement in his voice that this was something I needed to check on. As I rounded the corner leading to Lorna's cubicle, there was a distinctly different scent in the air. Nice perfume, I thought. Lorna was seated at her old desk and the side chair was pulled around so that the guest could sit next to her. For a moment I thought it was a service person from our IT company giving her a review of some new software. She was dressed in a soft white cable knit sweater and dark skirt with her long golden blond hair topped by a cute little black beret.

"So I found the OPQ program in the routine," said the guest, with a voice that sounded vaguely familiar. "This way you can roll up the shipments in an inquiry instead of having to spool that entire report and have it come out wrong and need to redo it."

As the guest turned around, my jaw must have dropped. It was Missy, the former shipping temp. Gone were the large glasses. I hardly recognized her face, done up so nicely with a touch of rouge and eye makeup. Her large dark blue eyes sparkled. Her lips were covered with a glossy pink lipstick and looked full and luscious as she smiled. It was the same young woman, but she looked completely different, a beautiful difference at that.

"Nice to see you back, Lorna," I stammered. "I see you've met Missy. Glad to have you back."

"I'm glad to be back, Jack," replied Lorna. "She's been showing me some shortcuts in the system that she found out about."

"Missy, be sure to save some time for me later, if you can. We need to lay out a work plan."

Missy smiled and nodded, her smile bright and startling. Was it the lipstick and makeup that transformed her into this gorgeous creature in front of me or did she always look like this but we never could see it beneath her plain façade. I let my eye drop and caught just a glimpse of her long legs, now covered in black stockings and crossed politely with a black pump dangling from her foot. I grinned like a fool and excused myself.

"I told ya, Bossman," cracked Roy as he saw me head back to my office. "No wonder you wanted her to work for you. Derek's gonna be jealous."

"I didn't know she looked like ... I mean, whoa, don't think that I ..." I mumbled as I tried to find the right words.

"I know what you mean," Roy laughed. "She took us all by surprise."

At break time she came to my office and stood by the door clearing her voice to get my attention.

"Hi, Missy," I called out. "Can I help you?"

"Do you have a few minutes?" she asked demurely.

"Well, sure. I always have a few minutes for any employee."

"I want to apologize for creating a disturbance," she began. "I guess I shouldn't have shifted gears so suddenly and maybe eased into the role a little more gently. I didn't think people would react like this"

"No need to apologize. You haven't done anything wrong; at least as far as the employee guide goes. Besides, people are always going to talk and I think you just surprised everyone. They all thought you were kind of a plain drab young woman and gees, look at you. I mean you look quite lovely." I hoped I hadn't gone on too far in my praise.

"Well, you see I've always had a hard time getting and keeping good jobs when I dressed like the other girls, like this," she said stepping into my office and toward my desk. "So I thought I'd try dressing down and playing it safe. Besides it keeps the sharks away, if you know what I mean."

"Well, again, no apology needed. Just as long as your work ethic remains the same."

"I'll try dressing more conservatively next week, but I couldn't help it this morning. It's been so long since I dressed in a feminine way like this. Like the old song, 'I enjoy being a girl.'"

She let out a nervous little laugh that made her eyes light up and her smile gleam.

"No complaints from me," I replied. "I enjoy that you enjoy being ... well, you know what I mean. Now you go on and enjoy your break."

She excused herself and headed back toward the break room. I could hear the sound of a good-natured wolf whistle echo down the hallway. Later on, I saw her in the corridor leading to the cafeteria with two or three production guys gathered around. She was smiling politely as they tried to make small talk and catch her fancy. As she saw me round the corner, she politely excused herself from her group of admirers and called out to me.

"Mr. Wilson!" she called. "Jack? Have you got a minute?"

"Sure! What's up?" I asked as she scurried up to me.

"I'll have some time in the afternoon to meet with you. There are just a few more things to catch Lorna up with."

"Great, just let me know."

"Okay. And thanks for rescuing me."

"Huh?"

"Well, those guys never had the time for me until now and it makes me--I don't know--uncomfortable. Seeing you gave me a chance to escape."

"Well, sometimes it takes some fancy wrapping paper to get a man interested in the nice present inside."

"Thanks," she said with a laugh. "I needed that. Besides you seem like you can see through the wrapping."




The Temp



She gave me a pleasant little look, smiled and moved away toward the front office. She was like a puzzle that was falling into place. I wondered about how she had been treated at other places and began to understand her better. To be a smart and attractive woman is a challenge in this world. Working with her started to seem like a more intriguing opportunity.

The rest of the morning flew past. As I was heading out for my usual late lunch, I saw Missy hustling in from the parking lot. As she hurried, her black leather jacket opened up and I caught sight of her firm young breasts bouncing as she scurried inside and was captivated. I sure could see enough through that wrapping, I thought, as I held to door open for her before heading out.

"I'll be ready to meet with you this afternoon," she remarked with a warm smile.

"Look for me when you're ready," I replied.

The rest of the day was so busy that I didn't even have time for my run. A couple of impromptu meetings with engineering and production, and a surprise visit from a customer took up most of the afternoon. It wasn't until well after five when I finally finished up and had a moment to take a deep breath. I was on the phone, talking with one of our suppliers about an upcoming design, when there was a knock at my door. I wondered who it could be since Charisse had already gone home and the sales office had emptied out.

I swiveled around and saw Missy standing at the open door. Shit! I thought to myself. I had forgotten all about meeting with her. I waved her in and signaled that I was about to finish my call. She sat in one of the plush leather chairs in front of my desk. As I tried to finish my call, I was distracted as she crossed and re-crossed her legs, adjusting the hem of her dark skirt so that it covered the lacy top of her stockings, then rearranged the drape of her sweater as it fell across her pert young breasts as if trying to conceal the points of her nipples that were trying to protrude through the soft fabric. She tried pulling her hair down over her breasts, but then flipped it back over her shoulders and raised her hands up to fix her little beret at a jaunty angle. I wasn't sure if she was aware that I was watching her as I spoke on the phone or whether she was purposely trying to tantalize me with her delightful primping. She did notice when my call was over and I hung up the phone. She sat upright (nipples be damned) and folded her hands in her lap.

"How do you like your new office?" I asked after hanging up the phone.

"I just finished getting settled in," she remarked. "Roy was really sweet about helping me set it up with supplies and all of that. It's nice 'cause I don't need a lot of room."

"I appreciate your taking the job. I'm looking forward to working with you and getting to know you better."

"I already know a lot about you," she said. "You work long hours. You don't fool around. You're well respected by your employees. You don't go out much. Your butt looks terrific in a pair of running shorts. And you lost your girlfriend and your dog in the same week."

"What else do you know about me?"

"I know what I see when I look into your eyes. Most women do when checking out a man. I see a man who's lonely and who sorely needs a loving touch."

"I don't know about that. My life is pretty full right now. The holidays are coming up and I'm so busy that I don't have much time to think about it."

"Oh, sure. You think that and probably believe it too. But I've seen that look before. Remember back when I first started here, you were coming in from lunch and stopped by to check on the day's shipping? The wind had caught your hair and brought it down onto your forehead. When I looked up and reported on what I was doing, you kind of flipped your head back to toss your hair back." She paused for a moment, a dreamy look spreading across her face. "I thought right then and there that you were the most beautiful man in the world. I mean not in the hunky hottie Hollywood kind of way, but as a man in charge of himself and his life. And when I saw that look in your eyes, I could see that you were different, that there was more to you than most of the men I meet. You've been hurt but you have the strength to move on. That's why I took the job, to be around you."

"I don't know what to say. I'm not sure what you're saying. Keep in mind that there can never be anything between us," I said leaning toward her, gesturing with my hand. "I will be your boss and there are ethical, moral and legal reasons that will always keep us apart."

"I know, and I've been thinking about that all day," she said, leaning back in the chair. "Especially when I saw the way you looked at me this morning. I haven't been able to get it out of my mind. And when you held the door for me this afternoon, I realized the way I felt about you. I don't know that it would be appropriate for me to work for you after all."

"All of this from just a couple of looks?"

"Yes, because I know that you would be the strong one, resistant to the way I'll flirt with you--and I will flirt with you. You'll ignore the winks and smiles, the way I'll lick my lips when you see me, the little flashes of thigh and stocking; you'll work hard through it all, trying not to think about the scent of my perfume drifting into your office as I stroll past hoping to catch a glimpse of that look again."

"You are a surprising young woman and have a way of making me speechless," I remarked, pausing to find the right words. "After hearing that, I'm not sure if I should try convincing you to stay on or persuading you to resign. What do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" she asked and uncrossed her legs. I could begin to see up the dark tunnel between her stockinged legs. "I want to get up from this chair and lean over your desk and kiss you on the lips. What I'm going to do depends upon what you say next."

"I would like you to come to work on Monday as our Special Projects Coordinator."

"Okay. You realize that if I do that," she said rising up from the chair and moving toward the side of my desk, "You'll be missing out on this."

She leaned over toward me and reached her hand out to my cheek. She slowly let her head drift toward me, her hair falling down over her shoulder as she leaned forward, her lips coming to lay a light brushing kiss on my lips. Her lips were wet and warm and I let her slip her hand around my neck to pull my head closer. I raised my hand up to cup her chin and tilt her head so that our kiss could grow deeper and fuller. As our lips played with each other I could feel her tongue flicker out and lick at me, seeking a path into my mouth. My tongue darted out as if by reflex since the scent of this delicious woman was filling me with passion and desire. Our tongues touched and worked back and forth toying with each other, teasing each other to a fresh level of arousal. She pulled away slightly to take a breath.

"Are you sure you want to give that up?" she whispered.

"That's a trick question," I replied. "What man in his right mind would want to give up a woman who can kiss like that?"

"It's been done before," she murmured placing another light brushing kiss on me. "I know this for a fact."

"There must be more fools in this world than I thought," I remarked, reaching around her waist to pull her closer.

She settled down onto my lap, resting her ass on my growing erection. Our arms and lips became intertwined as our passion grew. Her hands stroked my shoulders and neck; my hands sought out her pert braless breasts through the soft texture of her sweater. She moved her ass around on my lap rubbing her pussy on my growing cock.

When our movements grew more frantic, she slipped off my lap and set her ass up onto my desk, pulling me up and on top of her. I pushed her sweater up to view her firm round breasts. Her rosy pink nipples were growing hard and erect. She gasped when I lowered my lips to kiss each one of them, teasing each of them to erect perfection with my tongue and kisses. As I drew my hand up to cup each breast she pulled my head down to bury my face in her burning young flesh. As I drew figure eights with my tongue around her tits, I slipped my hand down toward her waiting pussy.

It took little effort to raise the hem of her skirt and bring my hand up along the silky texture of her stockings. My hand slowly moved past the lacy tops and along the soft warm flesh of her thighs toward the dampness of her tiny lace panties. I cupped her wet sex, letting my fingers seek out the contours of her pussy, the soft wet folds and the dampened slit that eagerly awaited my touch. As I gently pulled the lace crotch to the side she raised her twat toward my touch, pressing her damp flesh against my fingers.

She let my head drift down toward her pussy and pulled her skirt up fully. My fingers and tongue began to work her up the ladder of arousal. Each movement of my tongue and fingertips brought a new sigh or a cry from her. She began to fondle her breasts and tug on the nipples as I slipped a pair of fingers in and out of her dripping pussy and kissed and licked and sucked on her clit. Placing both hands on my head she pulled me deeper into her hot sex. I drove my tongue into her twat, burying it as far as I could reach licking and sucking everything I could reach along the way. When looking up briefly, I saw her leaning back, her hands cupping her breasts, her fingers tweaking her nipples, her breathing coming faster and faster.

"Oh, Baby!" she cried out. "Do me just like that! Fuck me with your tongue!"

I set my tongue to work on her clit and slipped my middle finger in and out of her dripping cunt. Her hips began to swivel as she reached new heights of passion. When I wiggled my head and tongue and began to hum I thought she would explode. She raised her legs up and draped them about my shoulders spreading her pussy wide open to my tongue and lips that were devouring her.

"Baby! Oh, Baby!" she squealed. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

I felt her quiver sharply when she came, her thighs squeezing me tightly to hold me fast to her twat. She then began to release me and her breathing began to relax.

"My, God!" she exclaimed. "Where did you learn to do that? I've never had anyone eat my pussy like that!"

I began to work my kisses back up alongside the folds of her panties, still pulled to the side, and across her soft belly and then jumped up past the folds of her skirt to the firm mounds of her breasts. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled herself up to a sitting position. She kissed me with an eager passion, licking the sweet juice of her pussy from my lips.

"I want to suck your cock, Jack," she hissed, pushing me back into my chair with a playful look on her face. "I want to suck it now!"

She opened my trousers and reached inside, grabbing me through my silken boxers. As she worked her fingers around, I loosened my belt and opened them up so that she could get better access to my stiffening manhood. She pulled my trousers down and they dropped in a heap to the floor.

"Pretty sexy shorts here, Boss," she laughed as she caressed my cock through the silky material. "I just love the feel of a man's cock through his boxers, especially knowing that I'm the one getting him so hard!"

She pulled me out the opening in front and gently ran her hand up and down my shaft. Her tongue flicked out and lapped at the head to lick off a glistening drop of precum. She slowly ran her tongue down the shaft and then back up so that she could kiss the head. For several minutes she teased me with wet kisses and lots of tongue licking. I felt my cock grow longer and fatter and harder with each wet touch of her mouth. Then very slowly and surely, she began to slip my cock inside her mouth. Slowly in and out with just the head at first, then taking each eager piece of cock one at a time, she was soon taking as much as she could inside her mouth. 

"I didn't know I was getter so much for my money," she quipped. "Your cock tastes so good!"

She tugged my boxers down to gain full access and settled herself into a more comfortable position. Soon I could feel her sucking me back inside, the head of my cock working its way down her throat. The hot caress of her mouth was driving me wild. My hips began to buck in response to each stroke of her wet deep kiss. She soon was bobbing up and down quickly slipping my cock in and out of her mouth. Every few strokes she would pull off and stroke me with her hands and lick my balls or draw circles with her tongue around the head, then plunge her mouth back down taking in my entire length.

I brought my hand up to her head trying to keep her head from popping off my dick. As I tried to run my fingers through her thick mane of blond hair, she brushed my arms away.

"Don't mess with the beret!" she said quickly in between strokes.

"I like girls in hats," I remarked, placing my hands on top of her head to go along for the roller coaster ride she was taking me upon. Up and down went her lips on my cock, pausing every once in a while to swirl the head around in her mouth. Finally she could feel my balls rise up in anticipation of a climax and she backed off to a slower pace using just her tight little hand.

"You want my pussy now, Big Boy?" she asked with a big smile on her face.

"You want my cock now, Baby Doll?" I retorted.

She rose up and backed up onto my desktop again. Spreading her lovely stockinged legs for me, she grabbed my ass and pulled me close to her. My cock had no trouble slipping into her dripping cunt. I started very slowly and gently to work my way inside of her, just as she had done when blowing me.

"Give me more, Baby!" she demanded. "I want all of your cock in me!"

I kept to my steady pace and took my time using slow strokes to work her pussy. I leaned forward and slipped my arms around to embrace her. We began to exchange hot heavy kisses of passion as my cock began to plunge deeper and deeper inside of her. Soon I could feel the head touching her cervix. She jumped a bit, shifted position slightly and drew me back inside. She lay back and reached her arms above her head, baring her perfect little breasts to my look and touch. The pace of her gyrations increased when I kissed each nipple and drew it into my mouth. She perched her feet on the edge of the desk and began to raise her hips up to meet each fucking stroke.

"I love the feel of you fucking me!" she moaned. "I need this so badly!"

I stood tall, cupping her ass in my hands, pulling her onto me. She began to rise up farther and wrapped her legs about my waist and her arms around my shoulders. She suddenly sat back and pulled off of me. As I tried to unfasten her skirt, she slapped me away.

"Don't mess with the skirt either, Big Boy!"

She pushed me back down to my chair and settled her sweet twat onto my lap, my cock slipping inside her waiting pussy. She began to rock and then bounce up and down letting her pussy slide up and down the full length of my cock.

"If the rest of them could see us now!" she laughed.

"Just an orientation session for permanent employees," I cracked.

She laughed again and leaned forward, letting my hands wander up under her sweater to tweak her tits. For many glorious minutes we fucked like this, her wet pussy riding me tightly, our hands wandering over each other's half naked body. She leaned down to kiss me, lick my neck, tickle my ear with her tongue. I leaned over to kiss her tits and then her lips. A passionate smile spread across her face as she began to reach another climax. Her hand dropped down to her clit and she quickly pushed herself over the threshold.

She loosened my tie and began to unbutton my shirt. I let her slip my tie out of the shirt collar and keep it around my neck. I leaned forward as she tugged at the shirt to remove it. As I tried to reposition myself in the chair, she rose up and turned around, letting her pussy suck up my thick sticky cock again. She was able to get a better stroke this way and quickly brought us both to the brink of orgasm. This time I reached around in front to twiddle her clit and she exploded again with a suddenness that surprised her.

"Oh, Baby! The way you did that! You are driving me fucking crazy!"

I pushed her off my lap and stood up behind her. She leaned over the desk and hiked her skirt up to present her ass to me.

"Are you gonna fuck my asshole?" she asked. "I', a virgin back there you should know."

"I think my cock is having too good a time with your pussy to go any where else."

I slid my cock up her pussy from behind and felt the wonderful slap of her firm ass against my belly.

"I love the way you fuck me Jack," she cooed. "I love the feel of your fat cock inside me. I wish this could last forever!"

I felt the same way as her wonderful tight wet pussy slipped back and forth along my cock. As she pushed back against me harder and harder, I noticed that her beret was slipping off. She reached up to arrange it but ended up knocking it off.

"Oh, fuck the beret!" she cried out.

Faster and faster we fucked until her liquid pussy brought me again to the brink.

"Oh, Baby Doll!" I called out. "I'm ready to blow my wad!"

"I want to see it!" she whispered, pulling forward.

She twirled around to face me, and whipped her sweater up and over her head. She shook her head back and forth to toss her hair freely about her shoulders and then dropped to her knees. As I stroked my cock she moved closer cupping her breasts, pushing them up and out towards my cock. She moved closer and took my cock between her tits.

"Fuck my tits," she called out. "Big Boy's gonna fuck my tits and cream all over me!"

As I looked down at this beautiful woman, pressing the soft smooth flesh of her breasts against my rigid cock, she leaned down and licked at my dick with her tongue. Her beautiful pale body was moving like a sensuous wave pulling me upward toward orgasm.

"Come on, Big Boy! Cream on me!"

"Oh, God!" I shouted. "Here it comes!"

I could feel my cum spurt up the full way from my balls to the head of my dick, the hot semen burning its way out to erupt across her pale pink chest. Each stroke brought more until her luscious tits and neck and shoulders were covered with my sticky sweet cream. She rubbed my cock all over her breasts, rubbing the head back and forth on her nipples. She then took my cock in her mouth and sucked it clean. We collapsed on the floor in a shuddering pile, our bodies commingling in passion.

"I can't remember the last time I fucked like that!" I remarked.

"I never fucked like that!" she replied.

We settled into a quivering embrace that seemed to last forever. I traced patterns around her breasts with my fingertips, and she ran her fingers through my hair and rearranged my tie on my sweaty chest. We didn't speak for the longest while, but instead let our wave of passion ride out and ease ourselves back to earth.

"So I suppose this means I can't work for you," she said finally breaking the silence.

"It wouldn't be right or fair to everyone else," I replied. "But you know, Bob Little over at Stockers Machining is looking for some office help. In fact he can probably pay you better than I could."

"I would still want to see you, Jack," she said brushing a lock of hair from my sweaty brow. "I want to see where this all is going to take us."

"I want to be there with you, kid." I said, pulling her close with a big hug. "Every step of the way!"



The Temp



Lisa let her friend into her boss' office and closed the door. "Now listen, Suzie, you've got to make a good impression to get this job. I'm six months pregnant and I can't keep this pace up. Even though one of them knocked me up, and heaven knows which one of the 75 it is, some of them still want me to fuck, fuck, fuck. The other ones who don't like to fuck pregnant broads are pressing to get a replacement. You've got to help me. I can't even wear the uniform."

Suzie looked at her friend, standing there naked and very pregnant. "Yes, I see. It must be pretty tough on that cunt of yours to handle 75 cocks when you are pregnant. Oh, by the way, what is the uniform?"

"Well, as you can see, I'm not wearing a thing and that's exactly what they want. Easy tit and cunt access at all times, which I absolutely love. Constant tit sucking and feeling up, and I mean constant. There is hardly any time that someone isn't feeling me up." 

"Remember in college how we got away with being bare titted most of the time? The only guys who complained were the ones who didn't get a feel. The girls didn't care because then the guys weren't grabbing their tits. And those skirts we wore with nothing under them. They were great. Remember after each class, we would pull up our skirt and tuck it into the waistband so it looked like we only had a little something around our waist? Then we would lean up against the wall and the guys would form a line to fuck us. Someone would hold our arms over our heads so our tits would stick out better for easier sucking and feeling."

"The uniform is just those stiletto heels. Because they are so high, when you walk you tend to put a lot of emphasis on swinging…your ass and tits. And, by the way, these guys all love big hooters and real friendly tight cunts. Of course I thought of you right away. Still a real active cunt?"

"Well, I'm definitely NOT getting fucked enough these days so that's why I jumped at the chance of getting into this place when you called. I know they like to have only one slut because of this gang bang mentality…"

"Hey, don't knock the philosophy here. As I recall, if you didn't get fucked by 25 guys minimum, you said you weren't getting fucked enough. How many are you fucking these days?"

"Oh, Lisa, I'm ashamed to say only 20 or so. Pretty sad, huh? A talented whore like me only doing 20. Whatever you do, don't spread that around. You know what a reputation I had for doing gang bangs."

"Oh, I remember very well. Let me tell you, I keep these guys on their toes…or should I say I keep their cocks up. All I have to do is walk down the hall and I hear 'Come on in here, cunt.'"

"Wait a minute, how do they know you are there?" Suzie asked.

"Honey, what are you a blonde? They hear my heels clicking on the floor. That's another reason they want you to wear those stiletto heels. Ok now, Jack will be here shortly. Strip out of your clothes and get those shoes on. You can hang your clothes in the closet there. You won't be needing them until 6:00 tonight."

"What? 6:00? It's only 7:30 in the morning?" said Suzie.

Lisa said: "When I've been telling you that I fuck and suck all day, what did you think I meant? As soon as I get in here in the morning, I grab a quick cup of coffee and then it's running down the hall from one office to the next spreading my legs or sucking cock. Hey, those hooters still look great!" Lisa reached over and squeezed Suzie's 40 DD hooters.

Suzie said: "You know I always did love your tits. Are they still 44 EEE?"

"Oh, yes. Very well used 44 EEE, I might add. That goes for my cunt as well. If I had an odometer hooked to my cunt, it would show well over 200,000 miles! But, you know, you have to keep in shape, which I was before I got knocked up. I'm glad you look so great! These cocks are going to love you!"

They gave each other a hug and as they did, Suzie's 40 DD and Lisa's 44 EEE hooters meshed very well.

"Well, well, well! Isn't this sight to behold! Two gorgeous whores hugging one another!"

"Oh, hi, Jack." said Lisa. "This is the hot cunt I told you about that was interested in taking my place for a while."

"Hi, tits." Said Jack to Suzie as he grabbed her tits and kneaded them and proceeded to suck on her nipples."

Surprised at Jack's rude treatment, Suzie asked: "Well, hello, Jack. Do you greet all women with "hi, tits"?

"Sure, babe. Lisa tells me you were whores together. Aren't you still spreading your legs all over town? If you're not, you sure should be. With a body like that, you need to be generous with your equipment. You know, we are all pretty spoiled with Lisa's 44 EEE knockers. She sure does know what to do with them. But you're no flat chested babe either. What are these hooters, 40 D?"

"Excuse me, Jack, they are 40 DD!"

"Great. Minimum tit requirement for this place is 40 D so you made it. You've got to be able to really swing and bounce those hooters when you walk. Ok, now. Let's start the interview, shall we? Lisa, honey, why don't you start making the announcements that we have a new cunt that is being interviewed by me now and you will be bringing her around to everyone for further evaluations?"

As Lisa left the room, Suzie asked: "Further evaluations???"

Jack began to knead her tits again and said: "Hey, tits, do you think they are going to take my word for it that you can handle 75 cocks? Oh, no, Lisa will take you around to each office. Each guy will handle your tits and of course, fuck you to make sure your cunt is tight and cooperative."

"Listen, Suzie, I'm sorry for the rude treatment. If you ask Lisa how I am, she will tell you that I treat her like a queen. She loves to fuck but lately because of her condition, I've been covering for her with the guys so she doesn't have to do so much fucking. It's tough on her cunt and her tits are very sensitive and they hurt from all the sucking. So, you have to present yourself as a very willing participant. As far as I am concerned, you are gorgeous and from what Lisa has told me about you when you two were whores together, you are very well qualified."

Suzie said: "Jack, you are really going to town with my tits."

Jack said: "Well, tits, is there a problem with that? After all, you are a whore and you are standing there with them hanging and screaming for attention. As long as you work here, your hooters are going to get constant kneading and sucking. Lisa said you loved it. Lisa's big hooters are fantastic. I'd spend a lot of time playing with those babies. I'm a tit man myself but I sure do appreciate a hot cunt. So, if I pay a lot of attention to those great knockers, it's because I love them."

He resumed his vigorous tit kneading and said: "Let me tell you what you have to do. Get in by 7:30 in the morning. That will give you a little time to have some coffee and get ready. By 8:00, most of the guys will be in and will have their lights on."


"Lights on?" Suzie asked.

"Yes. Each office has a little red light outside the door. When the red light is on, that means they expect to fuck you. Most of the time, when you come in, every light will be on. Now your job during the day is make sure you visit every office to fuck and suck. You will have a daily fuck sheet and when you finish with each cock, they will sign the sheet. That protects you so that later one of them can't complain that you missed him. Sometime a guy will have a guest or two with him. In that case, you fuck the guest too as a treat to him. Goodwill you know."

"Now after you have serviced every cock once, they can turn their lights on again and you start over. Most of the time, Lisa has been able to handle three rounds during the day. That's 225 fucks. Now it is up to you how much you want to use your cunt. You are on piece work here…no pun intended. For each fuck, you get paid $25. I know as a whore you got paid much more but you are in a protected area and these guys will treat you good. They are instructed to tip you so you might get $50 from each of them. Some of them are going to be your favorites but let me warn you that it is important to service everyone equally. However, in my case since I am the boss, and I originated the program, I get first suck and fuck in the morning. I also get to request you at any time and they have to let you service me no matter who is next in line. How does that sound?"

"Well, Jack, that sounds pretty good to me. I haven't been getting fucked as much as I like lately and I know I am going to enjoy this job. Am I hired?"

"Suzie, as far as I am concerned, you certainly are. But for the record, you must go through the gauntlet and have those guys fuck you officially. So, let's get started, on your knees, cunt, and suck this cock."

Suzie eagerly got on her knees and sucked Jack's cock. Man…she was good! All those years of whoring have really benefited her. Jack told her that was enough cock sucking for now because he wanted to fuck her. She got up and he pushed her over the chair and rammed his cock into her wet cunt. He could tell she was really enjoying this. Normally, any of the girls he fucked would be whimpering that he wore out his welcome with them but not that babe. He could tell that she would be able to handle 75 cocks easily. I bet she could go four rounds every day.

When he was finished, he smacked her on the ass and said: "Ok, now it's time for the gauntlet. Let the fucking begin." He opened up the door and told Lisa that Suzie was ready for the guys.

Lisa brought out a clip board with the daily fuck sheet and took Suzie's arm and said: "Ok, John is first. He knows we are coming. Don't be nervous."

Just before they got to John's office, he walked out wearing nothing but his hard cock. When he saw the two big titted babes strutting down the hall swinging those hooters, he just about shot his cock off. But he got himself under control because Lisa had told him she would be bringing around her replacement and that she was a very experience whore. What a great place to work! The whore comes to your door!

When Lisa and Suzie got to John's office, he led them both in. Lisa sat down and John directed Suzie to kneel and start sucking his cock. He said: "I have to warn you, my little cock sucker, that I have amazing endurance so you are going to be on your knees for a while."

Suzie stopped sucking but continued to stroke him vigorously with her hands. "No problem with that, John. I love sucking cock. I've learned from the best and I've had many, many years of experience. I've won many cock sucking contests. One of my favorite contests was at an army base one time and in competition with over 20 girls. I easily won the contest. In fact, since there were so many cocks still unsucked, even though the contest was over, I continued to service the guys until everyone was satisfied."

"Then they were hard again and wanted my cunt. You can bet I loved that. I believe there were over 100 cocks that fucked me. It was great!!! One hard cock after another. When one cock finished, the next one was right there. It was fuck, fuck, fuck. I loved it. Boy I miss those days."

"Don't worry, tits, that cunt of yours is going to be dripping all day. I bet you won't even want weekends off." John said. "Enough sucking, lets take care of that hot cunt of yours!"

By the end of the day, Suzie had indeed gone four rounds…300 fucks! Not bad, thought Suzie, for the first day anyway. Suzie's cunt was only slightly sore. Over the years she had toughened it up with the constant use. This was going to be a great place to work. Work? She didn't consider fucking as work since she loved doing it. And sucking? She loved it too. No, this was not going to be work. She was going to service these guys so good that they will be telling their friends and pretty soon it would be out on the streets that Suzie was again the best fuck in town!



The Temp



It was my first morning in this new booking. A large open-plan office, desks separated by shoulder-height screens, daylight at the edges, computers, two huge photocopiers, water coolers... and in the far corner was a cluster of four desks, one of which was to be mine for the next two weeks.

Basic audio-typing, answer the phone, take messages, all letters and reports, nothing difficult. Ordinary work. 

By nine-thirty I'd got the hang of the place, knew where everything was, and I was typing busily. I'd worn my usual 'first day on a job' outfit, a very demure white shirt and grey skirt, long, with a bit of a split up the back, but nothing to show my long, tanned legs. I'd wear more revealing clothes later on, if it was acceptable. For now, I looked like a school girl, with my long wild hair wound up in a loose knot at the back of my neck, its flame-red the only colour about my outfit. Even my make-up was subtle, very ladylike.I looked around now and then, noticing the younger people. All very industrious, all rather dull looking, staring at their computer screens and working hard. 

'Hello. You must be the temp.' I glanced up, a polite smile pinned onto my lips, and saw a plump, middle-aged man, quite tall, looking untidily squashed into a dark grey suit. His face was bland, the sort of pillowy plumpness that men get when they've spent all their lives in offices, doing safe boring jobs that never frighten them.

'I'm Robert, the office manager. Any problems, just let me know'. He was hearty, friendly, but I could see his eyes were expertly scanning my figure, what he could see of it.

Right, I thought. You're the one to watch, I'll bet. Dirty old man! Your big soft hands would like to be all over my firm young body, wouldn't they.

I just kept smiling politely and he went away, swaggering a bit, into his office at the far end of the floor. I typed like a demon - the work was easy - produced a respectable pile of letters by the end of the morning, and went off to the canteen to lunch, drifting along behind a gaggle of women. 

I'd been a temp for long enough to know the rules of behaviour; never become too chummy with anyone, just get your head down, do your work, be pleasant but not over intimate. And at lunchtimes, stay near the women workers, but not right in with them. That way they don't think you're trying to be too friendly, nor do they think you're after the fellas. Quite a few tasty young fellas here, though, for office workers. I ate my salad and yoghurt, then read from my notebook, and added a few lines. I was working on a story, all set down in my own secret shorthand, that would have made their hair stand on end if only they'd known about it! Every office I worked in, every situation I encountered, I noted down, and wrote it into my story.

Promptly at ten to two, I returned to my desk. The rest of the office was still empty, but I wanted to be seen to be a Good Worker. Mr. Damp-Hands came through the swing doors at the far end, looked over, noticed me, and came over. I glanced once at his crotch, and had a sudden shocking urge to pull open his flies, and give him a blow job, standing right there at my desk.... I blinked and controlled myself. He had one of the letters I'd typed, in his hand.

'Er, this is very good, Miss - er - '

'Marie.' I helpfully prompted him.

'Oh, right. Marie. Yes, well, I just wanted to point out a couple of little things to you...' 

He put the letter on the desk, then leant over to point out exactly what he wanted done. His big bulky chest was almost touching my shoulder, and I could smell his aftershave. Rather nice, spicy aftershave. I moved my thighs closer together as I felt myself warming up, and he paused in his talk, and one big hand just lightly brushed my shoulder before going firmly into his trouser pocket.

'So, think you can manage that okay?' he said, a little louder than necessary, and I nodded, looking up at him with my Big Innocent Eyes look. He was quite red in the face, then he straightened up and moved away - some of the lads were returning to their desks, over by the window. They looked over at me, and said nothing, but I could see their smiles. Yeh, yeh, the boss is making a play for the temp, what a surprise.

I made the amendments, ran a fresh set of copies, and took them into his office, closing the door quietly behind me. He was busy filling out forms - stationery forms, something really complicated and dull. I stood in front of his desk, which was just level with the tops of my thighs, and I could see him wanting to reach out and touch me, but he restrained himself.

'I've done the amendments. Are they correct now?' I kept my voice very submissive and little-girl high, and smiled inside at the way he was shifting in his chair. Oh, he was interested alright - it could only be a matter of time before he made a play for me.

'Right, well, if you'd leave them there, please? I'll have a look at them later.'

He was being the Big Important Man... I smiled sweetly, and smoothing my skirt down over my hips, turned and swayed gently out of there, letting him have just a hint of the shape of my firm round arse as I left his room.

That evening I left prompt at 5pm, with everyone else, but was one of the last to the lifts, and didn't fancy six flights of stairs. I waited, got in a lift with a few others, and went home, to my solitary little flat in a blandly anonymous development. 

The next morning I was at work ten minutes early, worked hard all day, hardly spoke a word to anyone, and by 3pm was quite pleased to see Mr. Boss Man coming over to my corner.

'Er, Marie, isn't it. Um, I wonder if you could work a little later tonight, it's just that we have a rush job on right now, could do with some extra typing?'

I smiled demurely and agreed to stay until 6pm, but no later - 'I'll have to be off by then' was all I said. He flustered and looked worried, pleased, and excited all at once. More than one woman looked at him as he strutted back to his office, then at me, and smiled - I gave them all my Innocent look and kept typing.

5pm came, they all went, Mr. Boss Man called me into his office to show me what he wanted doing. It was a simple enough spreadsheet, but he made a big deal of it.

'I hope you can manage. Any problems, anything at all, just give me a wave, I'll come and help you'.

I bet you will, you randy old bugger, I thought, as I took the stuff back to my corner. I'd worn a tighter, shorter skirt today, and my blouse was a nice silky cream one, which could unbutton to reveal a lot of my ample breasts. I'd gone to the ladies just after 5pm, and taken off my bra, so my big, firm tits were swinging free under the thin silk of my blouse. I heard his sharp intake of breath as I walked away, and smiled... it wouldn't take long.

I kept him waiting, in the deserted office floor, for ten minutes, before I looked around, and hesitantly waved. He was there before I'd lowered my hand.

'I'm sorry to disturb you... this bit here, it doesn't seem to go right?' I indicated the screen, and he came around behind me, leaning on the arms of my chair, his head close to mine as he studied the figures.

I knew he could see a lot more of my cleavage as well, and I deliberately pushed it forward, arching my back and looking up at him, breathing in deeply his rather nice scent - aftershave and arousal, always a potent combination.

'I'm sorry, I just don't see how I can fit that in' I half-whispered, and he moved one hand, resting it heavily on my shoulder, circling around on the thin, slippery fabric as he explained the thing to me. His body was close enough to my back to touch, I could feel his warmth all down me, and I shivered with excitement.

'Are you cold? It's not very warm out here, in the general office. You could do this in my own room, you know.' he was thick-voiced with excitement, and his hand slipped ever so gently down from my shoulder, to caress my breast, his fingertips just brushing my nipple - oh shit, he was good at this! I leaned my head back against his arm, and half-closed my eyes, abandoning all pretence of working, and he leant down and kissed me, a hard demanding kiss that made me moan and sprawl out on the chair, his other hand stroking me from throat down to my belly, and then down further, teasing me, running up and down my thighs through my skirt... 

I reached for his crotch, but he pulled away, panting, his eyes glittering in his great slab-red face.

'Oh no, not just yet.. we really do have to get this work done first.'

I had to keep typing, but he pulled up another chair and sat right behind me, his hands coming round my sides and playing with my nipples as I worked, and as he whispered in my ear, describing all the deliciously filthy things he was going to do to me. He leaned forward, breathing onto my neck, and kissed and mouthed me all around my neck and throat. Then he pulled up my skirt to get at my crotch, and worked his hand down under my tights and panties, wiggling his big fat sausage-like fingers expertly around my hot, wet crack, making me jump and moan for him again and again. But he wouldn't let me come; not until I'd done the typing, finished the wretched job, and printed it off. I had to collate and bind it all, standing at the long printing table in the middle of the office, with him looming up close behind me, running his hands across my buttocks and pulling himself close up against me. 

Then he turned me around, standing so I was face to chest with him, and he pulled me close, letting me feel the huge hot swelling at his groin as he rubbed it back and forth across my stomach.

'Right, you dirty little slut. Now you're going to really see what a man can do when he's in charge', and with that in one smooth, practised motion he pulled my skirt up around my waist, hooked my pants and tights, and pulled them down over my knees, then loosened my blouse, and pulled it up so my tits were exposed to his greedy, urgent kisses. I could hardly stand by then, I'd been kept on the verge of coming for so long, and he had to half-carry me back to my corner desk . Carefully, he sat me on the desk, then pulled my tights and pants right off me, and helped me take off everything else. It was incredibly exciting, sitting there at a work desk, stark naked, my legs trembling as I kept my knees pressed together, watching this big powerful man as he slowly undid his flies and out sprang the most magnificent, purple-red, hard cock I'd ever seen. He took hold of my knees and parted them, pulling my thighs wide apart, running his thumbs up the insides of my thighs to meet at my hot, wet slit. He slipped them both inside, smiling evilly at me as I moaned and squirmed, then slowly, very deliberately, he leant forward, nudging his dong into position, and took his hands away. He was so huge I could hardly take him, and my tight little cunt took some time to stretch to his size; he held my hips and nudged, and pushed, and worked it in, carefully and gently, until finally I was impaled completely on his monster cock, and I could hardly breathe for excitement. Already I was quivering, ready to soar, and he just twitched inside me a few times and I was off, moaning and spreading my legs, his big hairy chest hard against my firm, silky breasts, as he jerked and thrust into me, coming with a huge volcanic explosion of cum that filled every bit of me, and oozed slowly out along the shaft of his dong, dripping onto the desktop. He shuddered and moaned as I jerked on his manhood, raking his back with my nails, and then laid back in his arms, exhausted and totally satisfied. 

He softened, slipped out of me, and I sat up, suddenly aware of what we'd done; we'd fucked without once even thinking about security men, or cleaners, or the security cameras... he just chuckled when I said this.

'And who d'you think is in charge of all their duty rotas?'

He made me get dressed again, in just shoes, skirt, and blouse, putting my underclothes into my bag; I could hardly walk from the strain of taking his full strength, but he made me stand while he tidied my desk, then took my arm and helped me into his own private office, locking the door behind him.

He had a black leather sofa there, big enough for him to lie full length on; within ten minutes of him pouring us each a stiff drink from his hidden supply, he was hard again, lying on his back, fully clothed except for his open flies and that wonderful springing huge cock. 

He had me take him by mouth, this time, and I sat on his chest, his fingers inside me, working around making me collapse onto him in utter pleasure, while I licked, and blew, and gently sucked his cocker, my fingers playing all the time with his huge heavy balls. He told me what to do, and I obeyed him all the way, even letting the spunk spurt onto my face and down my neck. He'd pulled my hips down so I was sitting on his face, and his tongue flickered and darted around my clit like a wet flame, getting me higher and harder than I'd ever been before. 

We lay there, exhausted, my face against his groin and his hands just gently playing with my cunt, and after a while he told me to get up and get dressed again, it was time to go home. In the lift, I leaned against him, but he didn't respond, just held me upright and took me out to his big car, not even a security guard on duty at the door at that particular moment.

He drove me to my flat, hardly said a word, didn't even look at me when he stopped the car.

'See you tomorrow' was all he said, as I got out of the car, and he'd driven off before I even had my door key out.

But the next morning I had a call from the agency, just as I was examining the bruises round my nipples and wincing at the burning tenderness of my cunt. 

I'd been pulled off that job, they needed me to go uptown to some even more urgent and higher-powered posting. It was just as well, I thought, that I got him to sign my time sheet last night.



The Temp



Gail worked in our main office as a temp when our human resources rep was on maternity leave. She was a cute redhead and very personable. Initially, she did nothing for me, but all it took was one particular article of clothing to get me to start envisioning her removing it. One day she wore this dress that I can’t describe any better than as an extra-long t-shirt. It wasn’t an oversized t-shirt, like a nightshirt, but more like a regular t-shirt with the hem down around her knees. This meant it was still nice and snug around all the important parts. 

It was light blue with dark blue trim around the sleeves and collar. It was snug enough that I was certain that she was wearing a bra and panties that day, which added to its allure. I know for sure that I went out of my way that day to see Gail as many times as I could and probably came close to using the office rest room to relieve some of the pressure I felt building up. I think I managed to make it home that night before I relieved myself to visions of her both in and out of her t-shirt dress.

When our HR rep returned from maternity leave, Gail was pleased to secure a job in our small branch office about 160 miles away. She packed up and moved away before I ever got to see that dress again.

Have you ever heard anyone say, “There are no coincidences”? We’ve all had those types of experiences. Here is mine – I had to do some work out of our branch office, so I drove up there early one morning and guess what Gail was wearing? That’s right, my favorite t-shirt dress. Unfortunately for me, the work I had to do out of that office was field work so I wasn’t able to sit in the office and ogle her all day. I made sure I spent a good deal of time catching up with her before I headed to the field, giving myself plenty of opportunities to appreciate the fit of her dress.

Later that day, when I returned to the office, I was pleased to find Gail the only one still there. I not only had the opportunity to ogle her some more, but, since I was in town for the night, I even went as far as to invite her to dinner. To make the offer more enticing, I threw in that the company was paying for it. She accepted my invitation quicker than I had expected so we agreed to eat at the restaurant in the lobby of the hotel. 

I headed over to the hotel to check in since she still had a few things to wrap up. I took one last look at her slightly plump ass in case for some reason she changed her clothes, then headed out the door anticipating a pleasant evening. I wasn’t expecting anything more than enjoying her company while eating and having a few cocktails.

Gail called me from the lobby and, after meeting her there, we walked over to the restaurant. The restaurant also happened to be a brewpub, so in addition to a great meal, we also downed a few fresh-brewed beers. We had a really fun time, talking about so many different things, but I still wasn’t feeling anything brewing between us. 

Somehow we got to talking about my staying at the hotel, with Gail revealing that she had never even been in it before that night. I told her what a funky little place it was, having once been two different hotels that had been combined, somewhat haphazardly, into one. She seemed very interested in the quirky edifice, so I offered to take her through it once we’d finished at the restaurant.

Once I’d put the check on the expense account, we headed upstairs and wandered the halls. Gail agreed that it was an interesting layout, with a few stairs here, a narrow hallway there, several different styles of architecture and interior decorating and a very old feel. Gail asked if the rooms were as quirky and, based on my experience, I told her not as much as the rest of the hotel. She asked if she could see mine and I replied that I’d be happy to show it to her if I could remember how to get to it. 

We wandered for a little while longer before I found the room I was staying in. At this point, I still wasn’t getting a vibe that Gail was trying to finesse her way into my room for any ulterior purposes. We were just having a good time and that seemed to be enough.

My room wasn’t anything special, though the furnishings weren’t your typical mass-produced hotel fare. Gail went to the window, but it was too dark to really see which way it faced so I told her how nice the view would be in the morning with the sun rising. Little did I know at that point that she’d be there to judge for herself. She turned from the window, almost catching me staring at her ass (I figured I’d be thinking about her as I stroked off before falling asleep that night and was about 90% sure she was wearing bikini panties under that dress). 

She hopped up on the bed and, kicking her shoes off, lay out on it, commenting that it was pretty comfortable. I kicked off my own shoes and told her to make room, taking her spot as she moved to the other side. We just lay there for a minute or two, then, as we turned to face each other, Gail asked, “You wanna fool around?”

I replied, “Sure.”

We moved toward each other, both lying on our sides, and brought our lips together. As we slipped our tongues into each other’s mouths, our arms also went around each other, pulling ourselves closer together. It wasn’t long before my hand slipped from her curvy hip around to grab her succulent ass. I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me and making sure she could feel the bulge in my jeans. With both hands on her ass, I pulled her against me and she responded by pushing her pelvis against my bulge, gently dry-humping me. 

We rolled around like this for a while, sometimes with her on top, sometimes with me on top gently gyrating against her and sometimes side-by-side. My hands roamed from her ass, up and down her back and, finally, around to her big tits. I massaged her tits through her dress, feeling her hard nipples pressing out. Had she been wearing a shirt or a dress with buttons, I would have ventured in for more intimate access to her tits. With the dress she was wearing, though, the only access would be from the bottom up.

The more we rolled around, the more Gail let the hem of her dress ride up. It wasn’t long before my hands on her ass were feeling the material of her panties rather than her dress. I went the next step and slipped my hand into her panties, feeling the smooth flesh of her ass against my palm. When Gail rolled onto her back but didn’t pull me on top of her, I moved my hand from the back of her panties to the front. 

Before slipping it in, I ran a couple fingers up and down the damp front, resulting in a moan and a little more passion in Gail’s kissing. I took this as encouragement to continue, so I slipped my hand under her waistband and through some closely cropped pubes to her slippery pussy. Gail stopped kissing me and instead moaned softly in my ear as I slid my finger up and down her slit and over her clit. I probed her slick pussy with first one finger, then two, before going back to stroking her clit. Glancing down her body, I noted her hard nipples pushing out the material of her dress, so I lowered my head in that direction.

Continuing to manually stimulate her pussy, I started sucking Gail’s nipples through both her dress and bra, leaving wet circles on each of them as I switched back and forth. I pulled her nipples with my lips which, combined with the air on the wet cloth, seemed to make them even harder. I moved down, slipping my hand free of her panties with the initial intention of pushing her dress up above her boobs so I could suck on her bare nipples while going back to fingering her. 

Once I was kneeling between her legs and beginning to push up the hem of her skirt, I had a change of plan. I took the strings holding the front and back of her bikini panties together and pulled, sliding her panties down her legs as she raised her ass allowing me to do so.

As I let her panties drop, Gail pulled her knees up and spread her legs, revealing to me her pussy topped with very short red hair. I ran my hands along the smooth skin of her inner thighs as I leaned in closer. I darted out my tongue and licked up her slit, tasting her abundant nectar. Gail moaned and immediately grabbed the back of my head. I licked her a few more times while making myself comfortable. 

Gail made it even more apparent that she was enjoying my attentions when I focused my tonguing on her clit and slipped a finger back into her slippery hole. While I licked and sucked her clit, I pumped my finger in and out of her, soon adding a second finger, much to her delight.

I felt Gail’s hand leave the back of my head but didn’t look up to see why. I continued to lick and suck her clit while fingering her box as she writhed and moaned on the bed. When I eventually did look up, I noticed that her hands were busy kneading her fleshy tits and pulling on her nipples, though she hadn’t bothered to venture up under her dress either. The expression on her face was pure rapture, which made me pleased that I could bring her so much pleasure. I redoubled my efforts, wondering if I could make her feel even better than she currently was, and as she immediately got louder, I suspected that I had succeeded. 

Gail was raising her ass up off the bed to push it against my face, so I grabbed both of her ass cheeks and pulled her against my face as I chowed-down on her. Her moaning hit a fever pitch at about the same time her body completely tensed up, then she seemed to hold her breath for a few seconds before letting out a shuddering sigh of relief as she went completely limp. I continued to eat her as she convulsed slightly, then raised my head and crawled up next to her.

After a minute or two of recovery time, she rolled her face toward me and kissed me hard, tasting her juices on my face. I reached down to cup her tit and discovered that her dress was still wet where I’d sucked her nipples. As I played with her nipples, I suggested that maybe it would be a good idea if she got out of her wet clothes. She agreed that this was the sensible thing to do and, rather than just slip out of them, she stood on the end of the bed as I lay and looked up at her. Smiling down at me, Gail grabbed the hem of her dress and began to slowly pull it up. 

I admired her pussy again as it came into view, followed by her slightly poochy stomach. Her bra matched the pattern and sexiness of her panties, cut low to reveal the tops of her fleshy globes. She pulled the dress over her head and while she was pulling it off, pulled off the scrunchy holding her ponytail as well. Dropping the dress onto the bed, she shook her red hair out then slid each of the straps of her bra off her shoulders. Grasping the top of the cups, she pulled them slowly down to reveal her magnificent breasts. 

Her large aureoles were quickly exposed, followed by her hard nipples. She let the bra drop to her waist, then spun it around to unhook it. It quickly joined her dress in a pile on the bed. Her big breasts sloped down to points at her nipples, the firmness of youth fighting against the laws of gravity. I couldn’t wait to fondle them and suck her nipples.

I had been sporting wood since we had started making out and, as I lay there, there was an obvious rise in my Levi’s. Standing naked on the foot of the bed, Gail’s gaze locked in on the front of my jeans and she lowered herself to her knees beside me. She briefly massaged my bulge before going to work on opening my jeans. She took my jeans and underwear down, my cock springing free, but didn’t touch my cock until my jeans and underwear were cast aside. 

Grasping it in her fist, she gently stroked up and down before lowering her head and taking me into the warm confines of her mouth. It felt like Heaven having Gail’s mouth sliding up and down my cock. I just lay there, enjoying the feeling and watching as my cock disappeared and reappeared between her lips, framed by a curtain of red hair. I would have been more than content to blow my load into Gail’s mouth, but she had other plans.

Releasing my cock and straightening up, Gail swung one of her legs over me and guided my cock to the opening of her pussy. She was slick enough that, once I was positioned, she just dropped down, embedding me completely within her. She groaned and sat there for a minute, feeling me filling her up, then slowly began to ride me up and down. She leaned forward, putting a hand on each side of my head and hanging her swaying breasts right in my face. 

As I enjoyed feeling her warm, slick pussy sliding up and down my shaft, I held a tit in each hand and alternated licking and sucking each of her nipples. Gail was moaning continuously as I took the entire tip of her tit in my mouth, flicking her nipple with my tongue. Releasing it, I traced circles around each of her aureoles, spiraling inward until I took her hard nipples between my lips and pulled.

Gail was riding me hard and I began to push my hips up, making sure I was giving her some good, deep penetration. Her pussy felt incredible, so slippery and hot, I knew that I wanted to fuck her all night long. I just wished we had hooked up before she had moved so far away. While continuing to lick and suck her nipples, I let go of her tits and slid my hands around to her ass.

As she came down and I pushed up, I was also pulling her down on me. Gail was getting louder and moving faster, which I hoped meant she was on the verge of cumming because I could tell that my own orgasm wasn’t too far off. Looking up at her face, she had a look of contentment on her face, her eyes shut and her moans escaping through a smile. Finally, she slammed herself down on me and let out an even louder moan as I felt the tremors within her pussy.

When she started moving again, her pussy felt even hotter and slicker than it had, which I wouldn’t have thought possible. I pulled her down against me, her tits squishing between us, and pressed my lips against hers. As her tongue snaked into my mouth, I rolled her over onto her back and continued to make out with her as I took control and began fucking her. She wrapped her legs around me as I pistoned my cock in and out of her hot pussy. My incredibly intense orgasm continued to build at a progressive pace, my cock seeming to grow even harder. 

My focus was solely on myself at that point, pumping Gail’s pussy hard in anticipation of a monumental cum. Gail was moaning with pleasure the harder I fucked her, though I didn’t think there was any way she could have been feeling as good as I was. Finally, after building and building, I was blessed with the pleasurable relief of my climax. My cock exploded deep into her pussy, filling her with my seed and touching every nerve in my body. I kept pushing in and out of her for as long as I kept spurting. Once my orgasm eventually abated, I collapsed on top of her in a heap of sweaty flesh.

Gail held me tightly until I caught my breath and rolled off to her side. Facing each other, we smiled big, goofy smiles at each other, both agreeing that we had just shared something pretty incredible. I stroked her face and played with her hair and eventually went back to caressing her tit and nipple. I asked her if she would stay the night and she responded by saying she had hoped I would ask. After we’d lay there together for a while, Gail thought it would probably be a good idea to call her roommate to let her know that she wouldn’t be coming home that night. 

She swung around toward the end of the bed and hung over the edge, getting her cell phone from her purse. I couldn’t resist but running my hands over her ass, as it was aimed right at me. She stayed facing the end of the bed as she made her call, which I didn’t pay much attention to because I was distracted by her ass. After caressing her cheeks, I slid my fingers between them, smearing her anus with some of the fluids that had collected. She didn’t stop me as I applied a light pressure to her anus, though I did notice a hitch in her voice as she spoke to her roommate. 

I didn’t slip a finger into her then, but moved my fingers to her pussy, which Gail made more accessible by opening her legs. I fingered her and played with her clit as she tried to get her roommate off the phone. She finally just said she had to go because she was anticipating another orgasm very soon. She turned off her phone and tossed it aside, then positioned herself on all-fours next to me, reaching for my cock as I continued to finger her from behind. I grabbed her leg and pulled her toward me, positioning us in a sixty-nine. I reinserted my finger into her as I looked up at her lightly red-furred pussy, then stuck my tongue out and went to town on her clit.

My cock was just barely showing signs of life as she had returned her attention to it. Now, in our sixty-nine, with her mouth and hands working on it, I could feel it coming back to life. She massaged it in her hands and wrapped her lips around it, pulling gently, and licked and sucked my balls. Meanwhile, I’d slipped a second finger into her while licking and sucking her clit, pumping both in and out while twisting them around. She was pushing back against my incoming fingers while getting my cock from limp to semi-hard and finally to rigid. 

Once she felt I was ready enough, she started crawling away from me toward the end of the bed. When her pussy was in line with my cock, she lowered herself onto me again, this time with her ass aimed at me. Holding onto the bedframe at the foot of the bed, she rocked herself up and down on my cock while I ran my hands over her as cheeks again. 

I thought that during the time she’d been reviving my cock that I’d done a pretty good job of getting her close to another orgasm and wondered if stimulating her anus would get her all the way there quicker. Sliding a finger along her crack, I found it still slick with lubricating fluids. Coating my finger in these fluids, I pressed the tip against her asshole and slipped easily inside. Gail let out a throaty moan as my cock and finger penetrated her at the same time. By the time she had lowered herself completely onto my cock and I had pushed my finger in as far as it would go, Gail was cumming hard.

She just sat there, shivering and groaning, as her orgasm washed over her. I watched her, my finger embedded in her ass, noticing a thin sheen of sweat beginning to cover her body. When she moved again, she raised herself up, pulling away from both my cock and finger. Reaching under herself, she grabbed my cock and, after getting from a kneeling to a squatting position, placed the tip of my cock at her asshole. She eased herself down onto me, her cries sounding like half pleasure and half pain, until my tool was completely buried in her ass. She leaned back toward me and I took her by the hips and started slowly fucking her ass. 

She was so very tight, but slick from the various fluids lubricating her asshole and my cock. She was supporting herself on one arm and, from the feel of it, was vigorously fingering her hole with her free hand. Once I got a good, steady rhythm going, I let my hands slide up to hold her big tits, still slick with sweat like the rest of her body. I played with her nipples while sliding my cock in and out of her ass as she moaned continuously.

The position she was in was kind of awkward, so after a while I thought the position might cause her more discomfort than the fat cock buried in her ass. Pausing with my cock fully embedded, she straightened her legs out along mine and we rolled over so that she was on her stomach. Lying on top of her, I began fucking her ass again sliding my hands under her to hold her tits again. She propped herself up on her elbows, giving me access to her big globes, which I took full advantage of while continuing to fuck her ass. 

Since she was no longer working on her pussy, after a few minutes, I slid a hand down between her legs and stroked her clit in rhythm with my cock penetrations. I could feel my second orgasm quickly beginning to build, but tried not to fuck her too hard in case she was feeling some discomfort. She was now supporting herself on only one elbow while playing with her tits with her available hand. I continued to stimulate her clit as my climax approached and just as my cock swelled and I was about to release my seed into her rectum, she came again. The shuddering she experienced just as I was on the verge of cumming pushed me over the edge and I shot my load into her, groaning with relief.




The Temp



Again, I collapsed on top of her until I caught my breath, then extracted my shriveling penis from her ass and lay beside her. We kissed a few times before we both dozed off.

I woke a few hours later and set the alarm, hung Gail’s clothes over the chair and turned off the light. I set the alarm for early enough that we could have some fun in the morning, too. I kissed Gail on the cheek and was out again almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next morning we both woke in good moods despite the early hour that the alarm went off. Gail suggested we start with a shower to get off the crusty dried fluids from the previous night’s festivities. The idea certainly appealed to me, so we headed to the bathroom. I stood back admiring the ass I had fucked about eight hours prior while Gail bent over to adjust the water temperature. 

We both climbed into the shower and proceeded to wash each other’s hair and lather up each other’s bodies, generally getting clean and completely aroused at the same time. By the time we rinsed off and turned off the shower, I was sporting wood that probably could have knocked Gail over if she’d gotten in the way and her nipples looked like they could cut glass. 

We dried off then I sat on the toilet seat and pulled Gail over to straddle me with her big tits right in my face. She reached down and guided my cock to her opening, then sat down on my lap. She leaned down to kiss me as she sat there with my cock embedded in her pussy, then straightened up and began to ride me. It was apparent how turned on she was by how slick her pussy was, the amazing, hot friction sliding up and down my cock. 

I focused on her magnificent tits before me, running my tongue around her big aureoles and sucking on her hard nipples as she rode me up and down. My hands were on her ass, pulling her down onto my pole while pushing up into her at the same time. Our moans and groans echoed off the tile in the small bathroom as we fucked and I wondered if they were echoing through the pipes of the old building as well. 

I fucked Gail harder wanting to make her moan louder to alert the whole building to the existence of this hot sexual dynamo. I reached around a bit further while continuing to give her tits oral attention and applied some pressure to her anus. She wasn’t lubricated anymore, like she had been the night before, so I didn’t slip a digit in, but the pressure caused her to pull her ass cheeks together and push her pussy forward. Suddenly, she let out a loud cry and started to cum.

After riding out her orgasm, Gail stood, leaving my cock waving like a flagpole, and stepped back. She helped me stand and took my seat, pulling me closer to her by my cock. Cradling my balls in one hand, she wrapped her lips around my cock and slid her mouth down to the root. I ran my fingers through her red hair as her head bobbed up and down on my tool. Her hands moved around to my ass, as if to pull me further into her mouth, so I pushed my hips toward her face, wanting my cock as deep into her as it would go.

Her lips slid up and down my shaft except for the occasional pause to run her tongue up and down it or around the head or around my balls. Whenever my cock was out of my mouth, when she was licking my shaft or my balls, she would pump her hand up and down on the base. I was relishing her oral skills, knowing that this morning I would have the opportunity to blow my load down her throat. It was so erotic watching my cock disappearing between her lips, the lips of a woman I’d seen every day at work for several months. 

My orgasm was approaching slowly, Gail’s talent prolonging the pleasure and allowing it to build. As it got closer, my cock began to swell, but she continued to deep throat me. At long last, a let out a cry of relief as I began shooting load after load into her mouth. She milked me dry then let me fall free.

I stepped away from her and helped her up. We exited the bathroom and Gail began to pull together her clothes. She slipped into her bra and panties while I just stood there admiring her. I was still smiling as her head emerged through the collar of her t-shirt dress and she smiled back, then stepped over to kiss me. As she gathered up her purse and phone, I told her to make sure she wore a dress to the office that day. When she asked whether she should bother to wear panties, I told her to wear them but not to expect to wear them home. We kissed passionately for a few minutes, with me fondling her tits through her dress, before she headed out the door so she could stop home and change her clothes.

When I walked into the lobby of the building that housed our office, I was surprised to see Gail holding the elevator. It was a very old three-story building with an extremely slow elevator. Generally, it was faster to take the stairs but this morning I caught on right away that sometimes slow elevators could be good. We entered the elevator and as soon as the doors closed, we were in each other’s arms, our tongues in each other’s mouths. The long ride was a pleasant one, as I discovered that under her dress, Gail was wearing a thong. I held my bag in front of the bulge in my jeans as we exited the elevator and walked down the hall.

The good thing about our branch office is that because of the nature of the work they do, the four people other than Gail who worked there generally were not actually in the office. When we arrived that morning, within an hour the two guys who were still there had departed. We watched as the last guy’s truck rolled away, then we began to make out again. Gail led me to the conference room, which was right off of the reception area. Here, we would be able to make ourselves presentable quickly should anyone come into the office. 

Gail was wearing a dress with buttons running down the entire front, so I began unbuttoning them from the top down. By the time I got to the bottom, I was sitting in a chair before her. She opened the front of her dress, revealing her thong panties and a bra with a front clasp that somehow made her tits look even bigger. She popped the bra open immediately and dropped to her knees before me. 

She opened my jeans and slid them down far enough to release my cock. I thought another of her incredible blowjobs would be great, but she had something else in mind. Bringing her tits up on either side of my rigid cock, she squeezed them together and started sliding them up and down. Now this was really great. I watched as my cock popped out from between her globes, enjoying the feel of her smooth, soft flesh. She’d lick the head occasionally when it popped free, but mostly just focused on keeping my cock between her tits as they slid up and down. We knew it was risky having sex in the office and I still wanted to fuck Gail again before I left town, so as pleasurable as it was, we cut the tit-fuck short.

Gail stood and I rolled my chair forward as she sat on the end of the conference table. I pulled the front of her thong aside and started slurping at her pussy, licking up her flowing juices and dragging my tongue over her clit. She lay back and was playing with her tits while I ate her out, but again we made it brief. I got her good and worked up then stood and guided my throbbing member to her slick pussy, her thong still pulled to one side. 

I lifted her legs over my arms, holding them up and apart as I stood at the end of the table, and felt my hips slapping against the backs of her thighs. I watched as her fleshy tits bounced on her chest and her hand crept down to stimulate her clit while I was fucking her. We lucked out and no one came into the office while we were going at it; we were able to fuck until we were both satisfied. I started out sliding my cock in and out of Gail with long, slow strokes, but the longer we went at it, the faster I was fucking her and the faster her fingertips were moving over her clit. 

I felt my orgasm approaching and my cock beginning to swell at about the same time Gail gave up on trying to keep completely quiet. She was moaning with each inward thrust and just as I thought I was going to cum, she came and her pussy was flooded with additional lubricant. I felt this increased slickness for a couple of strokes and that was all she wrote. I buried myself as deeply as I could and began to cum. She was still riding out her own orgasm as I slammed into her a few more times but we both finished up at about the same time.

I popped my shrinking cock free and quickly slid her panties off before I let her legs drop. I held the white thong up to my nose and inhaled her musky scent, knowing that she tasted as good as she smelled. I tucked the panties into my bag telling Gail that when she wanted them back all she had to do was trade another well-scented pair. We pulled ourselves together and kissed a bit longer before I really had to hit the road. We both agreed that it sucked that we hadn’t hooked up while we were in the same city, but decided that whenever the opportunity presented itself, we would take advantage of it and further our sexual adventures.

She walked me out to my car and, though we decided it would be better if we didn’t kiss out in public, I was able to surreptitiously cop a couple of feels of her tits and ass before I pulled away. Then, I was gone, her panties within reach so I could see, feel and smell them whenever I got the urge. After all, it was a long drive.



The Temp



I worked in a small office. It was me, my secretary Jenn (who was 8 months pregnant), my boss, his secretary and a couple of assistants. Things were swamped for me at work lately, so I was getting in around 7:30am every morning. Usually I was there alone until around 9:00, but I was so busy this week, that I had hired a temp to help me out for the week, and she showed up at 8:00 sharp each day. The temp, Gina, was an absolute knockout. 24 years old, 5-foot 10, with beautiful brown hair that reached about 4 inches past her shoulders, and intoxicating green eyes that lit up when she smiled, which was often. Her breasts were perfect, around a 36C, and I imagined that if I tried, I could probably put my hands around her waist and my finger tips would touch around her back. Everything about her was incredible, from her body, to her face, to her smile and even the perfume she wore. And she looked even sexier when she put her hair up and showed off her alluring neck. 

Gina always wore sexy clothing to work -- usually not entirely business appropriate, but she was so beautiful, I wasn't about to complain. She either wore a skirt that barely reached mid-thigh or a pair of tight slacks that hugged her ass perfectly. Her top was usually a tight shirt that ended right above her navel. I was lucky that from my desk, I could look out the door to where she sat. Her back was usually towards me, so I could sit there and dream about her all day without her ever knowing. I'm around 6-feet tall, brown hair, blue eyes, 188 pounds. My cock is average length (around 7 inches or so) but very thick. Usually if I buy condoms, I have to get the Trojan Large or Naturlamb brands, since regular ones rip on me -- defeating the whole purpose of wearing them in the first place.

Thursday moring, shortly after Gina arrived, her cell phone rang. She talked for a few minutes before slapping the phone shut. I could hear her crying. I walked over to her, touching her shoulder softly. She looked up at me, still sobbing as I said, "Why don't you come into my office." She stood up, and I put my hand on her lower back as I led her to my office. I locked the door behind us as she sat in my visitor's chair. I pushed my lamp aside and sat on the small table next to the chair.

"What's the matter," I asked. 

She started crying harder. "My boyfriend and I had a fight last night. He just called me and told me he was moving out this morning. And I can't afford my apartment by myself, so now I'm going to have to move, and I still love him so much and..." the rest was lost in her sobs. I put an arm cautiously on her shoulder. Gina turned into me, her head in my neck as she cried. Both my arms slipped around her as she cried on me. She tried to regain her composure, and apologized. "I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't bring my personal life to work like this." I looked down at her and instinctively stroked her hair. 

"It's OK, Gina. It happens to everybody." I continued stoking her hair, her perfume filling my senses as she cried. After a while she stopped crying, wiped away her tears, and stood up. I stood next to her and she gave me a weak smile. "Thank you," she said, and she gave me a quick kiss on the lips. As I stood there, stunned by her kiss, she said, "I'm going to go to the bathroom and freshen up. I'll be right back." When she came back, her face was perfect. She had obviously fixed her makeup, and you could never tell she'd been crying. Wordlessly, she went back to her desk, and I went back to work.

That evening, we were the last two people left in the office. It was around 6:00, and we were both getting ready to leave. I called her into my office and motioned for her to have a seat. As she sat down, I moved next to her, and kneeled in front of her. Our eyes met, as I asked her if she was OK. She said "Yes, I'll be OK. And thank you again for this morning. I'm so sorry about that." 

Remembering our kiss, I put my hand on her arm. "It's OK," I assured her. "I'm always here to help if you need me." She looked at me and bit her lower lip. Wordlessly, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Still kneeling next to her I put my arms around her waist as I kissed her back. She pulled away and said "Oh Goddd...I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry." I said nothing, but leaned close and kissed her again. This time I felt her lips part, as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My cock started to pulse in my boxers. 

Gina moaned softly into my mouth as we kissed. Our tongues intertwined as I slowly caressed her back. Gina pulled my shirt out of my pants, and ran her hands up and down my chest. I unhooked her bra and moved my hands back around between us, squeezing her firm breasts, kneading her nipples between my fingers. She moaned again, as she broke our kiss. Wordlessly she pulled off her shirt, and let her black, lacy bra fall to the floor. She bit her lower lip and she leaned in to kiss me again. My mind was racing as her bare breasts pressed against my chest. My hard cock was poking against my boxers, aching for release. 

Gina pushed me down to the floor, straddling my waist. I stared up at her with desire, my hands around her waist. (My fingertips couldn't quite touch, but it was close, I remember thinking). Gina loosened my tie, tossing it to the side as she unbuttoned my shirt. She looked up for a minute and noticed my office door was still open. She got up and locked it, "just in case". 

As Gina locked the door, I took the time to take off my shirt and shoes, putting my shirt behind my head as she resumed her spot on top of me. Gina leaned down to kiss me again as my hands squeezed her ass. She moved her mouth slowly down my neck, biting my nipples as she trailed kisses down my body. As she reached my stomach, Gina unhooked my belt, and unzipped my pants. I lifted my hips up as she reached around and yanked them down, leaving me only in my socks and boxers. She tugged off my socks, tossing them into the pile of clothes as she kissed her way up my legs. As she reached my shorts, she kissed my cock through the soft material. Rubbing and nibbling my cock, I was moaning and arching my hips towards her mouth, urging her to suck me. She laughed a little, and said "Want something?" "Mmmmm" was all I could manage as I lifted my hips again. Gina slid down my boxers, as I exhaled with relief. Gina slowly stroked me up and down, from base to tip as precum started to drip out of my cock. Gina licked the head, cleaning the precum off the tip, and smiled up at me. Still stroking my cock up and down she said "Ohhhh, Jake. Your cock is so big...."

My mind was completely blank. Her hands felt so good on my cock that I couldn't speak. Gina didn't wait for me to respond anyway, as she slowly lowered her mouth around me. It was incredible. He mouth was so warm as she swirled her tongue around my cock, bringing me closer to cumming with each lick. Her head bobbed up and down faster and faster as she fucked her mouth, my breathing coming in short gasps. As she reached over to massage my balls, I went into overdrive. Having my balls caressed like that always drives me wild, and I was quickly getting close to peaking. Gina released my cock from her mouth, and started licking me up and down like a popsicle, her hands never leaving my balls. She could sense my orgasm building, and teased my balls with her tongue. It was all I could take. All I could manage was "Ohhhh Goddddd Gina. Ooohhhhh Gggooddddd I'm going to cummmmm........." She moved her mouth up so that just the head of my cock was inside her as she continued rubbing my balls. I couldn't wait anymore. I thrust my hips up as my body convulsed, shooting load after load into her mouth. 

Gina took it all, swallowing my cum as she milked me dry. As she pulled her mouth away, she squeezed the head, as a little more cum oozed out. She scooped it up with her index finger and sucked it off. I reached out to her and pulled her to me, kissing her passionately, tasting my salty cum on her lips as I rubbed my cock against her. Gina was still wearing her slacks as I rolled her onto the floor. As I pulled away from her I said, "Now it's your turn." 

I kissed her neck, her perfume filling my senses. As I said, she had an incredibly sexy neck, and I loved kissing her there. She leaned her head back, giving me more room to explore her soft flesh. My right hand was caressing her firm left breast as I worked my mouth lower. I teasingly kissed all around her chest, alternating with gliding my tongue in circles on her sweet skin. My thumb pressed her left nipple as I sucked her right one hard into my mouth. Gina pressed on the back of my head, as I sucked on her breast. I moved to the side as I slid my hand down her body. As I moved my mouth back and forth between her breasts, I unbuttoned her pants and slipped my hand under her panties. She lifted her hips as I reached all the way down to her wet pussy. I immediately noticed she had shaved herself bare, which always turns me on. There's nothing in the world like a beautiful, bare pussy. 

I slipped a finger inside her pussy, causing her to moan loudly, and start moving her hips. I put another finger inside of her as I started fucking her with my fingers. She lifted her hips enough for me to push down her clothes, which she quickly kicked off to the side. I was now free to explore her inside and out as I continued to suck on her full breasts. Back and forth I licked, sucked and nibbled on her breasts as I thrust my fingers in and out of her. She was so wet I had no trouble, as I spread her juices up to her clit. As I teased her clit with my index finger, I could hear her breathing harder as she got much closer to cumming. I moved down her body, kissing my way lower as I fucked her with my fingers. I kneeled between her legs, my mouth inches from her pussy, as I rubbed her clit with my thumb, my two fingers continuing their assault insider of her. She was close to cumming as she put her hands behind my head and tried to push me down. I whispered, "No. I want to watch you cum first." 

"Ohhhhh Godddddd" was all she could manage as I rubbed her clit faster and harder in quick, clockwise, circles. I pursed my lips and blew by warm breath against her cunt as my hands worked on her. She screamed out, her hips thrust up at me as she came hard. I almost popped my whole hand inside of her as she came over and over, my thumb pressing hard on her clit. Not moving, just pressing, which was enough to keep her going. As she recovered, I removed my fingers, sucking one into my mouth, savoring her taste for the first time. "Mmmmm, you taste so good", I told her, giving her my other finger to clean off. Hungrily, she licked off all her juices. Gina tired to pull me on top of her, but I had other ideas. I already made her cum once, but now I wanted her to cum on my face. 

I kissed my way back down her stomach towards her pussy. She was ready for me as she guided my mouth towards her waiting hole. This time, I offered no objections as I kissed all over her wetness. I couldn't believe how wonderful she tasted. Her scent, her taste, it all drove me wild as I literally attacked her pussy with my mouth. I was all over her, licking, sucking, nibbling...and Gina was loving it all, moaning and thrusting her hips at me, rubbing her cunt all over my face. I licked her faster and faster, my tongue exploring every inch of her beautiful pussy. Her legs locked around my head as her orgasm built. All I could do was keep licking, and as she got closer I sucked her clit into my mouth. That did it. Gina came again, her legs crushing against my head as her orgasm ripped through her. 

I kept sucking on her clit as she came, until she couldn't take it any more and released me. I gave her a few more, slow, cleaning licks as I got all of her juices, then moved up her body to kiss her again. Our mouths mashed together as we kissed, the scent of her pussy still filling my nostrils and taste of her cum lingering on my mouth. She pushed me off of her, laying me on my back. My hard cock waved in the air. Gina took it in her hand as she positioned herself right over me. I reached up to her breasts, rubbing them with my hands as she guided me to her wet pussy. 

Slowly, Gina eased herself down, and I could feel her stretching to take my thick cock. She breathed slowly, deeply, as my cock inched into her. My hands moved down to her hips, as she took me deeper with each thrust. After two or three times up and down, the top half of my cock was coated with her juices, and I slid easily the rest of the way into her. She held herself still, as we simply enjoyed the feeling of our bodies being together, for what seemed like an hour. But soon enough, she started rocking up and down on me, each thrust coming faster and harder than the last. 

My hands moved down to her ass, pulling her up and down my cock. I leaned forward and sucked her breasts into my mouth. Back and forth I sloppily sucked on them as she rode me hard. As she fucked me, I pressed my index finger on her clit. Gina sucked in hard as I rubbed her clit, my cock buried inside her tight cunt. She used her muscles to squeeze my cock as we fucked, as I thrust my hips up as her every time she pulled up, keeping me deep inside her. Before long, she started moaning again, and as her breathing quickened I knew she was going to cum again. Having just cum, I was nowhere near ready to cum again, so I laid back and fingered her clit as fast as I could. I rubbed her faster and faster until she exploded in another orgasm, coating my cock with her sweet juices. I held her steady as she came, letting her just ride it out. She collapsed on me, my cock still hard inside of her as we kissed sloppily over and over. She asked me if I was close yet, and I waved my hand back and forth in a "so-so" motion. Gina moved off of me, and eagerly took my cock back into her mouth, cleaning off her juices as I rubbed her back up and down. To my dismay, she stopped and looked up at me. I did my best to smile, but clearly I was disappointed.

My disappointment was short lived, however. Gina stood up, smiled at me and walked over to my desk. She bent over, her hands supporting her against my desk pointing her ass at me. I quickly got up and moved behind her. Placing my hands on her hips, I rubbed my cock back and forth against her pussy. Gina met my thrusts, as my cock got coated with her juices again. I took my hard shaft in my hand and aimed it at her tight cunt. With one hard thrust, I drove my cock deep inside of her. A loud gasp came from Gina as I held onto her hips, and pounded my cock in and out of her wet pussy. Usually I don't like fucking "doggy style" – I like using my mouth too much for kissing and sucking, but for a quick fuck, nothing beat the rawness of it. As I pounded away at her, she reached underneath herself to fondle my balls. Wanting to last as long as I could, I grabbed her hand and put it back on the desk as I fucked her harder. With each thrust, I pulled my cock almost all the way out, until just the head was inside her, before slamming deep into her cunt. 

Gina was moaning with each thrust of my thick cock, shaking my desk so hard each time I filled her, I thought we might break it. Like a cowboy on a bucking bronco, I reached up to hold on to her firm breasts as I nailed her from behind. Pinching and pulling on her hard nipples, she begged me to cum inside of her. "Ohhhhh Ggggooddddddd....Fuckkk me baby...Gooodddddd, Jake...Ohhhh Ggooddddd I'm going to cummm again...." 

I moved one hand away from her breasts and back down to her hard clit. As soon as I touched her clit she exploded in another powerful orgasm. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock as she came, trying to squeeze it inside of her. I managed to fuck her through her orgasm, but soon the sensation of her cumming with my cock buried inside of her was too much. Grunting with one last deep thrust, I yelled out as my orgasm hit. I pulled her back one last time, driving my cock in to the hilt as I exploded deep inside of her. Gina pushed back at me as I filled her pussy with my warm cum. Exhausted, I collapsed on her back. 

She turned around and we kissed. "My goodness. That was fucking incredible," she said. 

All I could think of was "I know. That was amazing." I thought I sounded stupid, but Gina kissed me again. I stepped back as we wrapped our arms around each other, kissing deeply as our naked bodies pressed together. Gina excused herself to go clean up in my private bathroom. I collapsed in my guest chair, thinking about how all this started with her in this same chair crying, just a few hours ago. 

Gina came back with a warm, wet paper towel. She kneeled in front of me as she lovingly cleaned off my cock. Despite her actions, I was only semi-hard as she sucked my whole cock into her mouth. Within a few seconds she let me pop out as she announced "All clean!" I laughed as she climbed up to sit on my lap. 

We kissed each other endlessly, my arms around her back, hers around my neck. "I can't believe we did this," she said. 

"I know," I answered. "I've wanted you from the moment you walked into my office, but I never thought anything would really happen." 

"Besides," she added, "I figured if we did do anything, and anyone found out, one or both of us would be fired." 

I couldn't help but laugh. "True. Which reminds me -- we can't have any improper behavior in the office. You're fired." 

Gina looked at me with her beautiful green eyes and did her best mock-pout. "Are you sure," she asked. 

"Sorry, Gina. But we can't have people running around fucking each other in the office. It just isn't good for morale, you know." 

She knew I was kidding, but went along with it. "Isn't there anything I could do to change your mind?" "I don't know," I said. She kissed me softly and said she'd be right back.

Gina unlocked my office door, peeked into the hallway (which has been deserted for hours) and nakedly scampered to her desk. She rummaged through her pocketbook and came back with a bottle of something, which she hid behind her back. As she relocked my door, she walked up to me, pulling the bottle of lotion from behind her back and squeezing some of the cream into her palm. She rubbed her hands together, then massaged the cream onto my cock. Then she took my hand, and squirted a little onto my index and middle finger. "Make sure you work it in good," she warned. Gina spread her legs and pulled her ass cheeks apart for me as I smiled. I rubbed the cream on her tight anus, pushing some extra inside of her. I stood up as she bent over, holding on to the back of the chair. Gina spread her ass as wide as she could and eased back onto my cock. 

As I pressed against her, I moved my hands to her cheeks to help guide my cock inside of her. "Don't thrust," she said. "Let me take it slowly." I helped her a little, but she took control as she worked my thick cock in her gorgeous ass. It took a minute or two, but she took me all the way inside of her. Slowly she moved back and forth as my cock filled her ass. Her ass was so tight, my cock felt like it was in a vice. 

We got a good rhythm going, as I started fucking her ass hard and deep. I moved my hands up to her breast, rubbing and squeezing them, pinching her nipples between by fingers. The more I played with her nipples, the more she moaned, and the harder she thrust back onto my cock. Even though I'd already cum twice, I knew I wouldn't last long like this. I moved one hand down to her pussy and fingered her clit, quickly bringing her to the verge another orgasm. 

As the sounds of our fucking echoed around the office, I felt my balls tighten. I drove inside of her with hard, short thrusts. Gina's breathing was becoming fast and shallow again, and I knew she was going to cum soon too. As I continued fingering her clit, she thrust back at me one last time as she came, harder than before. I couldn't last any more, and grabbed her hips to hold us steady as I came again, shooting deep inside her ass. Her muscles clenched tight around me as I filled her hole, squeezing me dry. I carefully pulled out of her and dropped to the floor. Gina laid next to me, resting her head on my chest. 




The Temp



My cock was sore, and I was completely spent. Looking up at me, Gina said mockingly, "So – am I still fired?" 

"Naaaah," I said. "I think we can work something out. Besides, tomorrow is supposed to be your last day anyway." 

"Don't remind me," she said sadly. "I loved working here, and am really going to miss this place." 

"Well," I said. "You know Jenn is going on maternity leave starting on Monday. Your agency was going to send me a 'professional' secretary, but if you think you can put up with me for another three months..." 

Gina smiled more broadly than I'd ever seen. She kissed me over and over. "Is that a yes," I asked. She smacked me gently. "Of course!"

I looked at the clock, it was almost 8. I suggested we go get some dinner to celebrate our new 'arrangement' but she begged off. "I really need to get home and see if my ex-boyfriend left me any of my stuff." I offered to come with her but she said no. She didn't want a scene in case he was still there. "Besides," she added. "You need your rest. I hear you have a new secretary starting next week and she'll need lots of hands-on training."

Gina got dressed. She smiled at me as we kissed again and she walked away to go home. I couldn't believe all that happened today, how much my life had changed. I had spent all week lusting after Gina, and then in a few short hours turned that lust into passion as we fucked every which way, filling her with my cum. As I gathered my clothes, I couldn't help but smile, thinking about Gina. For the first time in a long time, I couldn't wait to get back to work the next day. I knew many more adventures awaited.



The Temp



I first saw her walking toward the xerox machine. It was summertime and the only thing I saw was an ass two feet across, squirming inside sheer cotton pants, forming a different set of curves under the thin cloth with each step. Three feet above it, curly blond hair spilled out over her shoulders, half covering the tight bra squeezing across the pillows of flesh. She went around the corner and was gone. I couldn't follow and what would I have said, anyway?

An hour later I saw her face for the first time. A sweet, open face, half-hidden by those blond curls. She was working at the reception desk in my office. A temp. I didn't believe in screwing around in the office but a temp would be gone quickly, no one would know-- c'mon, don't be silly.

Just before lunch she came into my office with a FedEx package. My first chance to look her over from top to bottom-- a full pair of fat breasts, tall and not drooping; a belly that disappeared into the pants where her stout legs were. She couldn't have missed me checking her out like that-- or was it rare enough for her that she didn't recognize it the way a thinner woman instantly would?

"You're new here," I said after I signed for the package. Of course I knew she wasn't, as she explained about being a temp for just the five days of this week. "That's a very attractive outfit," I said. She looked pleasantly surprised. "That's nice of you," she said. "Most people wouldn't notice."

"Why, because you're big?" "Of course," she said. Well, here was the entry-- time to risk that harassment suit or forever hold my peace (or piece). "I think you carry it very well," I said. "In fact, I think you fill it out very well." I couldn't believe I'd gotten it out. What would she do? Blow me? Hit me?

"Have a nice day," she said, and left.

I felt crushed, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought that she had said the "Have a nice day" in a genuinely friendly way.

I found an excuse to walk by the front desk about every twenty minutes after that. Sometimes she was on the phone, sometimes she was helping someone making a delivery or meeting someone. If she was busy I walked slowly to check out the fat breasts piled on top of the rolls of her belly, the smooth double chin leading down to her smooth, peaches-and-cream neck. After a while her upper chest, a circle of it visible above her top, seemed a little redder.

The end of the day came. I put my fantasy away-- well, till I got home, anyway. As I walked out to the elevator I smiled to her vacantly.

"Good night," I said. "Good night," she said. The elevator door opened and I stepped in, and turned around. At that moment she leaned over to pick up a piece of paper from the floor, arranging herself so that as she did, her top fell forward and I saw her heavy, full breasts tumble forward into her bra. I saw down her full cleavage to the top of her stomach, and got a spectacular view of the quivering, basketball-sized breasts trapped inside the brassiere. As the doors closed she stood up, looking at me to make sure I'd seen it-- and that I liked what I saw.

* * *

Tuesday, I woke up with a persistent hardon. Jerking off once while thinking about burying myself in that fat jiggly flesh didn't get it down, so I had to do it again after I got dressed. I had to wash a little bit of cum out of the front of my trousers, dammit.

I arrived at the office and there she was, today dressed much more professionally than the day before. Shit. Dressed like she wanted to discourage someone from making any advances. Could she suspect that in my dreams I'd blasted my cum between her massive tits and rolled my face in the crack between those massive hams? Jesus, if I didn't stop thinking about it I was going to have a tentpole again.

About 10:30 there was a knock at my door. I looked up without even thinking who it might be, and there she was. A crisp blue suit hanging off her vast sloping breasts and hiding the shape of her huge hips. The only nice thing was that it gave me a glimpse of her round, firm calves and the feet squeezed into a pair of medium heels. She was delivering a package again.

"Hello," I said, nonchalantly, or as best I could manage.

"How are you today?" she asked.

Horny as a bull, I wanted to answer. "Fine," I said. I took the package from her as she stood at the edge of my desk. I looked up at her. She looked at me. I kept looking, thinking of the show she'd given me yesterday of her massive tits trying to break free. There weren't going anywhere today, not in that suit.

"How do you think I carry today's outfit?" she asked.

"Oh, very nice," I said. "Though not as friendly as yesterdays."

"You mean, it doesn't show as much."

"Well, that has something to do with it," I said. She didn't say anything-- she was waiting for something from me. But I wasn't going to grab until I knew for sure that was what she wanted. "It certainly doesn't show as much as you showed me yesterday."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," she said, smiling to make sure I knew she knew what I meant.

"Well, in any case, I don't imagine I'll be seeing as much in this formal getup," I said. "Unless someone were to arrange a private showing." I couldn't believe I got that part out, but I did.

"Maybe I decided you were seeing too much too soon," she said. "If you want to see it all, maybe you'll have to prove you're worthy of it."

"What does that mean?"

She turned around, closed the door, and returned to the same spot. "I'll show you something, and if you show it proper devotion, maybe you'll get to see something else.

Oh God, make it a tit, I've been dying for a sight of those huge melons, I thought. Instead, she sat up on my desk. It groaned, but it held her. She folded her legs up in a pinup pose, giving me a view most of the way up her broad, smooth pink thighs which nevertheless disappeared into shadow at the top. Then she kicked one shoe off, exposing a puffy foot and the tiny toes at the end of it, which she pushed against my chest and then wiggled slowly up to my chin. I could smell the mix of foot odor and leather that has always been a turn-on. I looked up at her round face, framed by the forest of blonde curls. "Show me how you'd make love to my foot," she said, "and there may be more for you later in the week."

I opened my mouth and swallowed her largest toe, licking between it and the next toe with the tip of my tongue. I ran it along the ridge under her toes, and felt the fleshy ball of her foot fill my mouth. She squirmed, her thighs rubbing together. My tongue moved harder and faster between her toes, as if I could bring her to orgasm that way. Her thighs rubbed together and her eyes got narrow. I lifted my hand and pushed it between her legs-- and suddenly she jerked her toes from my mouth and kicked me away with her foot square in my chest.

She stood up and put the shoe on. "Do what I tell you, and you'll see more," she said. "Try to get ahead of yourself, and none of this will be yours." As she said that her hand went to her tit, and she rubbed it beneath her formal business clothing. Then she straightened it, turned around and went away.

* * *

I wasn't going to think about her that day. Fat chance, no pun intended. Those thighs as big around as my chest, the breasts the size of hams juggling within her outfit... pardon me while I get rid of another hardon at the very thought of her.

Ah, that's better. I got off the elevator the third day and she, no let me say She, wasn't at the front desk. It was some older woman, skinny as a sparrow and about as attractive, especially as she coughed up a nicotine furball from the furthest caverns of her chest. So the temp was permanently gone.

An uneventful morning of work ensued. About 10:40 there was a knock at my door and I wasn't even thinking of the possibility when I saw it was her. I went to half-mast immediately. There was nothing I could say at the sight of her-- unlike her oh-so-proper outfit of the previous day she was squeezed into a flower-print mini-dress, her tits squeezed up high and exposing cleavage deep enough to lose a set of encyclopedias in, every roll of her fat stomach outlined by the stretched fabric, the beginning of her thighs barely hidden under a skirt that stopped just below the place I'd dreamed of so many times already. Would today at last be the day that I would be able to bury myself between those massive thighs and drink up her sweet sticky nectar-- to smother myself between the huge pillows of her breasts?

She closed the door behind herself and stood a foot from me. "Are you willing to behave yourself today?"

"I hope not," I said.

"I mean, are you willing to obey me, today?"

"Anything you say," I said, and I meant it!

She knelt down in front of me and pushed my legs apart, then unzipped my pants. She reached in and pulled my cock out of my underwear, but left it inside the pants. The jagged edge of the zipper scraped against it slightly. What did she have in mind?

She then unbuttoned the top two buttons on her dress and reached in to pull out her left tit. At last I had a sight of one of those massive marvels, with its aureole the size of a slice of bologna and the thumb-sized nipple. Then just as quickly she dropped her breast inside my fly, and my cock sprang against it. I could feel the nipple rub against the head, and I leaned back and let out a moan. She continued rubbing it around in there, and I knew it would take me only a moment before I would come. I wanted to reach out and take the tit, take both of them in my hands, and drive my tongue against the giant nipple, but I knew I didn't dare. I couldn't bear the thought of her stopping as she had the day before as I performed footilingus.

I was close to coming. She suddnly said, "You will obey me exactly?" I grunted my unconditional agreement as I felt her huge tit roll my cock underneath it. At last I could take no more and a powerful orgasm swept over me. I shouldn't have had any come in me after the number of times I'd pumped it myself, but I felt a hot spurt squish against her, and then two more. She sat up, that lone beautiful huge tit flopped out and dripping with my juice.

"Milk me," she said.

"Huh?"

"I have milk on me. Lick it up." With that she thrust the tit in my face. The idea wasn't terribly appealing at that precise instant but, I couldn't argue. I licked up a thick rope of my juice and swallowed it, quickly, and then another, polishing her tit with my tongue, tasting that fat nipple and her sweet breast, perfumed with the sweet scent of her sweat, that unique sweet scent that only big women have. I had licked up all the come but was just making sure I had every last square inch covered when she stood up, popped it back inside the dress, buttoned it and said, "Keep that tongue in good shape. You're going to need it."

* * *

I refused to touch myself. She had made me come, with her tit inside my pants, and who knew what she might dream up for me the next time. So I left it alone... even as I dreamed of that huge tit flopping about in my lap, smothering my cock with its massive weight, the fat pink nipple rubbing against my swollen head until finally I erupted all over it-- no! I mustn't.

By now I was ready for her visits, around eleven every morning, and by 10:15 I was about to squirm out of my trousers. Eleven rolled around... and she didn't. Could she have decided better of our little meetings, and was I only to dream of the pleasures I would find buried between her massive thighs? I had touched and licked that mammoth tit, and I had a pretty good suspicion there was another like it, not to mention all the other joys I might find in the vicinity.

I waited in my office until ten after twelve, and then I was about to leave for lunch when she appeared. "I'm on another floor today," she said, closing the door behind her.

Today she wore a blue oxford shirt and a capacious pleated jean skirt. That fat fleshy foot which I had licked as if it were her honeyspot was plainly visible in her moccasins. "Just tell me and I am yours," I said.

"I know that," she said, pushing herself up onto my desk. The jean skirt spread across most of the desk like a tablecloth. She grabbed one part of pulled it up slowly to reveal a round calf and a soft, spongy knee. "What? What am I to do today?"

"Make me come like a Christmas tree," she said. "On your knees."

I dropped to my feet in front of her and she slowly pulled the skirt up. With each inch those huge thighs grew wider and wider. I rested a hand on each of them and as light hit the area between them I could see that she had no panties on and was already wet and inflamed. A wave of her musk hit me and I inched forward, my tongue out. I felt her fur tickle me and smelled her sweaty skin, and I was preparing to make contact when suddenly her thighs closed around me like a vise. My head was trapped.

I stuck my tongue out as far as it could go. It just brushed the very top of her swollen clit. She eased up slightly and I inched forward, only to feel those huge thighs close around me, rippling as they did. My tongue began to move up and down and her clit moved under my ministrations, and at last she opened up, pushing my head full into her mound, my nose burying itself in her sparse pussy hairs, my tongue diving deep into her hot, oozing canal.

I sucked and probed, and she leaned back in ecstasy. I could just see one of her hands mauling one of those huge pillow-like tits above my head. The thighs squeezed open and shut, bouncing off of me like some kind of wrestlers' hold. At last she arched back and the thighs closed around my head, forcing my face deep into her pussy. I couldn't breathe, but apart from the embarassment of my corpse being found that way, I didn't entirely mind.

She opened her thighs and I fell back, breathing heavily. "Like a Christmas tree?" I said, pretty pleased with the workout I'd given her.

"You'll be strung up like a Thanksgiving turkey if you get too pleased with yourself," she said. "You've got more work to do."

She hopped off the desk and turned around, then pulled the skirt up to reveal her ass. Two pillows as wide as an overstuffed chair, and criss-crossed with red marks from the desk. A combination of my saliva and her cunt juices ran well up the crack.

"All right, you see that wetness back there?"

"Yeah, I think I had something to do with it," I said. "Smartass," she said. "That's yours to play in. You may have to get it a little more wet. But if I so much as feel your cock thinking about going in my bunghole or my pussy, I'll Bobbitize you."

I knelt in front of that massive smooth ass and licked the crack. She clamped it tight to keep me from getting a taste of anything deeper. It didn't really need the lubing but I figured what the hell. Rubbing my hot cheeks against the hot cheeks of her red ass was another small step for her and giant leap for me. I stood up and pulled out my cock, and then slid it into the wetness, rubbing up and down. It didn't take long feeling my cock slide between the slimy globes of her ass for an orgasm to build. I put my hands on her shoulders-- I didn't dare touch those tits-- and as my cock slipped and slided it erupted against her cheeks, firing spurt after spurt up the crack and onto her back. I lay there for a minute, savoring the feeling of the wetness running down her and onto me.

"Well?" she said.

"Well what?" I said.

"Clean it up."

* * *

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The Temp



Brad leaned against the back wall of the elevator and closed his eyes. Even a 60 second nap was better than none at all. Last night's game had gone into extra innings, and the guys had lingered even longer afterwards, so Brad didn't collapse onto his bed until after 2:00 am. At least Erin will be there to ward off the evil spirits. Erin was Brad's assistant and had been with him for four years. She was so amazingly efficient that she made everything seem calm even if the roof was caving in.

The elevator door opened and Brad trudged down the corridor to his office. When he opened the outer door, he saw Steve's office light off and a strange set of keys lying on Erin's desk. Then it hit him. Shit! This was perfect storm week. Both Erin and Steve asked for the week off at the same time. They usually staggered their time off but of them had amazing opportunities for trips with friends, so Brad would have felt like an ogre denying them.

Great. Brad wasn't hung over, but he was really tired. If there were no issue that needed immediate attention, he had planned on saying hello, grabbing some coffee, closing his door, and sleeping on his desk for an hour. No such luck.

He turned left to walk into his office but was stopped by the sight of a young woman bent over his desk. "Can I help you?" he asked.

Her long light brown hair covered her face. The unexpected voice startled her. "Oh! I was just ... Are you Brad?" she asked as she stood up.

For an uncomfortable few seconds, Brad just stood there frozen. The woman's smile stared to fade a little. She wasn't sure what to do. Since he was just staring, she decided to move toward him and extend her hand. "Hi, I'm Marley. The temp agency sent me over to help out for the week."

Her forward movement snapped Brad out of his stupor. "Hi ... I'm sorry. You caught me off guard. Yes, I'm Brad the deaf-mute." He extended his hand and smiled to hide his embarrassment. Marley's big smile returned as she finally got some reaction from him.

"It's a pleasure, Mr. Keller. You have one of the plum accounts at the agency ... The people there told me you are very easy to work with."

"That's nice to hear, and call me Brad I guess if you can't speak, you can't yell," he said still embarrassed.

Marley chuckled to make him feel better. "Did you know someone was coming?"

"No. Erin took care of it, I'm sure. She takes very good care of me."

"Hopefully, I'll be able to do the same. Can I get you anything?"

"No, thanks, Marley."

"Okay. I put a message on your desk ... from a Jack Stacy."

Brad moved past her to look at the pink message slip. As he passed, he noticed she smelled like flowers. He stared blankly at the slip, which read: Call Jack Stacey ... 414-276-9012. Marley waited for a moment to see if there was going to be anything else. After several seconds of watching him stare at the note, she said, "I'll be right out here if you need anything."

He looked up. "Okay," he said with a stupid grin.

When she had turned away, Marley raised her eyebrows and shrugged. Then she walked around and sat behind Erin's desk. Brad slumped back in his chair. Holy shit! His office was still filled with her fragrance. He closed his eyes and look in a deep breath. Where the fuck did she come from? Brad opened his eyes and peeked around the edge of the door to see if Marley was looking. She was looking down at a notebook or address book from her purse at the moment. He stared at her for so long she sensed eyes upon her and looked up. Brad, caught staring, immediately sat back in his chair and tried to pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Marley snickered quietly to herself.

The rest of the morning was pretty quiet. Brad returned a couple of calls and stared numbly at his computer screen. It was July 4th week, and the place was dead. That was another reason Brad relented with both vacation requests. Erin's roommate from college called to tell her that another friend had to drop out of a cruise they were going on. If Erin could go, the trip would be free. Steve, Brad's assistant editor, had a gone back home for his sister's wedding.

At 12:30, he walked to Marley's desk. "I was just wondering if I could buy you lunch to make up for being a complete loser earlier when we first met?"

She smiled a wide smile with perfect, white teeth behind moist pink lips. "Sure! What about the phones? Does it matter that no one will be here?"

"It's July 4th week. No one's gonna call. Let's go. Feel like Chinese?"

Brad's favorite lunch spot was Chan's Palace. They had great food, and it was never loud. After ordering, Brad began the small talk. "So, what led you to temp work?"

"I am a hopeful photographer," she explained. "But, finding enough clients to actually earn a steady income takes time, so I fill in with this work, waitressing ... the usual."

Making eye contact was not a problem. Brad couldn't tear himself away from those pale, almond-shaped blue eyes with her delicate eyebrows arched seductively over them. His challenge was trying not to get lost in them.

"Photographer? Really? We hire photographers a lot. I'd love to see your portfolio."

Marley's eyes grew wide. "I love to show it to you! Actually, I have to confess that was the reason I lobbied to get this assignment. I wasn't sure what you did, but I knew it had something to do with publications."

Look at that smile! "Yes. Johnson and Granger is an architecture and engineering firm. My title is Director of Marketing, but mostly I put together publications, Power Point presentations, and background material for the people on the sales side to use."

Marley listened keenly. "What kind of work do you hire out?" she asked before taking a bite of Kung Pao chicken.

"Shots of buildings, angles of interiors and exteriors, mood lighting ... just about anything that will enhance the attraction of our projects to future clients."

"I actually had to put together something like that for school. I'll bring that in," she said enthusiastically.

Brad watched her tuck her hair behind her ear. Everything she did fascinated him. He studied the way she manipulated her chop sticks with her long, slender fingers. He observed the graceful way she put the napkin to her mouth when she laughed while chewing. He scrutinized the crinkle that formed between her stunning eyes whenever he complimented her on something, like she was unsure why he would say such an obviously incorrect thing. She was so happy and so unassuming that he often sat through lunch with his face resting in his hand with his elbow on the table, just watching her beautiful animated face.

At one point, he blurted out, "You know, you could be in front of the camera too." Marley looked down and shrugged. How could anyone who looked like her be so uncertain about her beauty? The more Brad listened and watched, the more smitten he became.

The afternoon was also quiet. Toward the end, he sat in the chair used for waiting guests so he could talk to her more. She was just hanging up her cell phone when he walked out of his office.

"Rats," she said to herself.

"Problems?" he asked.

"No big deal. I was supposed to play tennis tonight with my roommate Angie, but something came up," Marley said.

Brad perked up. "You play tennis?"

"Since I was 10. I even played in college. No one's going to confuse me with Steffi Graf, but I can hold my own. Why? Do you play?"

"Yeah! I wasn't on my college team, but I've played competitive tennis for years."

"Oh," she said.

He watched her face and then asked, "Since your partner bailed on you, would you like a substitute?" He tried his best to sound nonchalant, but he wasn't sure how well he was doing.

Marley's face brightened. "Sure! I figured you had plans with family or something."

"Nope. Not married. You?" She looked at him quizzically. Then, he realized his error and said, "I guess if you were married your roommate would be Andy, not Angie, right?"

She smiled. "Right."

"Okay, then. I seem to have steadily worked my way all day from my toes up to my ankle. I'm now quite stuffed!" Marley laughed. She had a great laugh. It was throaty and deep ... and infectious. A ray of afternoon sun hit her porcelain skin, and she looked like her face was glowing.

"Don't worry. I've certainly dined on my own feet many times."

"When and where should I meet you?"

"We can use the court time I had reserved at CourtSouth on Nolen Avenue at 6:00, if that works for you. I may go for a swim before, so I'll leave a guest pass for you at the front desk."

"Sounds perfect. Just take it easy on me," Brad said.

Marley looked him up and down. "You look like you can hold your own." The compliment made Brad tingle.

"Then, it's a date."

At the tennis center, Brad walked down the stairs to the far court. Marley was already hitting some serves to warm up. Damn! The first thing Brad noticed was the very short white tennis skirt and the impossibly long, lean, tan legs coming out of it. He had always been a leg man, and he surmised that Marley would have great legs, but they were a 100 times better than he imagined. They weren't feminine thin. They were athletic thin with long defined muscles and sleek rounded calves. He couldn't remember ever seeing legs so incredible.

"You made it!" she said when she realized he was approaching.

"Your directions were perfect."

"Great! You want to stretch and warm up?"

"Sure." Brad walked over the far side, set down his bag, and pulled out his racquet. Marley watched as he stretched. He had a very cute butt and nice legs, she thought, with just enough hair to make them masculine but not enough to look like a caveman. She also liked his broad chest and muscular arms. When he reached up and stretched to the side, Marley zeroed in on his package. It looked nice and full to her. She could even see the outline of a long, thick ridge running up one side. She grinned, hoping she was the cause. Marley'd had enough compliments in her life to know she was cute, but she had always been shy about her looks. However, she did know her legs were her best feature.

They hit balls back and forth for about ten minutes before starting the match. Marley won the spin of the racquet and served first. Brad got ready, and her first serve blew past him, nailing the far outside corner. He moved back slightly when they changed sides. Marley pounded the next serve off the outer serve line. Brad watched it but couldn't do anything about it. "I think I'm in way over my head," called to her. She chuckled.

Brad did manage to barely hold onto one of his service games, but the 6-1 set was never close. In the second set, Marley eased up on her serve and played more of a volley game. Brad did slightly better and suffered only a 6-2 drubbing. Of course, he got to stare at those delicious legs all match long, so he had a hard time believing he was the loser in the match.

"What was that crap about Steffi Graf? With that serve and those legs providing court coverage, I don't think Ms. Graf has anything on you, my dear," Brad said as they got some water and packed up their things.

"Thanks," she said smiling. "Hungry? Winner buys," she said.

"How could I refuse?"

"I'll meet you out front in 30 minutes."

When Marley emerged from the locker room, Brad almost chocked on his gulp of water. She had a dark blue jacket with the sleeves pushed up, dark blue and white stripped knit shirt and tiny little denim shorts. Her long hair was in a pony-tail, sticking out of the back of a baseball cap, which was also one of his weaknesses. She smiled when she saw the dumbstruck look on his face.

They decided to go to Danny's and dropped Marley's car off at her apartment. The restaurant was crowded, but the hostess said they could sit at a booth that had handicapped seats on one side. Brad feigned disappointment but was actually jumping for joy because that meant that Marley would be sitting next to him.

"If you're buying dinner, I'm buying the drinks. Do you prefer red or white?"

"Red, definitely."

He ordered a bottle of cabernet, and they each ordered filets.

"That was an impressive match Ms. Crane. They must have had a hell of a team at Baylor when you were there for you to not to be the top player."

"Since you're a tennis fan, I guess you've heard of Kristen Merriweather?"

"Sure."

"She was the #1 player on my team. We went to the national finals my senior year."

Brad's mouth was open. Kristen Merriweather was the #5 player in the world right now and was an assassin on hard court. "Damn! So, what were you playing ... 50% ... 30% out there today?"

She hit him on the arm and said, "C'mon you're better than that."

"Not even close to your league. Were you ..."

"... #2? Yeah," Marley said shyly.

"Why didn't you turn pro?"

"Me? I'd never be able to compete on that level."

"How'd you do against Kristen in college?"

"Pretty good. We used to have some major battles in practice. In fact, our coach told us that the competition would be a cakewalk after facing each other every day."

Brad leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and looked at her with a furrowed brow. "So, I mention that with a perfect smile, breathtaking eyes, a killer body and simply the best legs I have ever seen on a human that you could be a model, and you shrug me off. Then ... I ask why you didn't turn pro at tennis after finding out that you used to go toe-to-toe with the fifth best player in the world, and you say you aren't good enough. Ms. Crane, is there any subject upon which I can compliment you and not get an argument?"

Marley shrugged and said, "My photography. I think I'm pretty good."

"Then, I absolutely can't wait to see it tomorrow," he said with a warm smile.

They ate and laughed through dinner. Brad told her about his dysfunctional family with his lecherous uncle, robot nerd of a brother, loving space cadet of a mother and clueless father. She entertained him with imitations of her sisters arguing about everything from who stole whose clothes to bathroom allotment time.

Brad ordered a second bottle of wine. "I've been dying to ask you something all night, Marley. If I'm out of line, just tell me. How on earth is a smart, funny, beautiful, talented woman like you still available? I know men aren't always the brightest stars in the galaxy, but you're like ... wow!" She was glad he couldn't see her blush in the dim light of the restaurant.

"I've dated a bunch of guys. I don't know ... I just haven't met the right one."

"How would a devilishly handsome tennis player with a newfound appreciation for his mediocrity do?"

"It depends."

"On what?"

"He'd have to have a cute dimple on his right side when he smiled."

Brad looked momentarily pensive and then made a checkmark in the air with his finger. "What else?"

Marley chuckled. "He'd have to have an excellent butt."

Brad looked worried and glanced over his back. Marley laughed out loud at that, grabbed his finger and made her own checkmark. "Whew! Anything else?" he said moving closer to her and looking right into her eyes.

Her smile faded, and she said, "He'd have to be a great kisser."

Brad tilted his head and met her lips with his. He kissed her softly several times before shifting his body toward her. When she opened her mouth for the next round, he used his tongue to dance with hers. Marley moaned softly when their tongues met. The way Marley was responding and the heat that was rising from her body made this one of the most erotic experience Brad could remember in a long time.

They were so lost in their kisses that the waitress had to clear her throat for a second time to get their attention. They looked up at her with such dazed looks that she had to stifle a laugh. "I really hate to interrupt you two. You looked like you were going for the record."

Brad looked at his watch and realized, "We've been sitting here kissing for an hour and fifteen minutes." Marley burst out laughing. "What's the record?" he asked the waitress.

"An hours and 45 minutes. I have no doubt you could have taken home the trophy, but we're closing, so I need to give you the check." Brad quickly handed her his Visa. 

"I thought I was supposed to get part of that," Marley said.

"What? Oh! Right. I guess something must have distracted me." They were about to pick up where they left off, but the waitress reappeared. Brad left her a generous tip and told her to keep the wine since they never had a chance to take a single sip.

He stood up, and the waitress started laughing. Marley looked down and did the same. Brad realized the object of their mirth was now sticking way out in front of his groin and asked, "Marley, would you like me to carry your jacket?" That made her laugh so hard she fell against his shoulder. The waitress had to sit down. Brad calmly draped the jacket over one arm and held it in front of his pants. He then offered Marley the other arm, and they marched out of the restaurant with his dignity most definitely not intact.

In the parking lot, he looked at her and said, "You have a mean streak, Ms. Crane." That made her laugh harder still.

When she was finally able to speak, she said, "I guess I'll just have to make it up to you ... if you could ever possibly think of a way."

Brad smiled. "My place or yours?"

"Yours. Angie will be at mine."

Brad raced to his townhouse, parked and came to her side to escort her inside. As soon as the front door closed, Marley pinned Brad against the wall and started kissing him feverishly. They began shedding clothes as they slowly made their way up the stairs. The only time their lips only parted was when they ripped off their shirts. By the time they got to the landing, they were yanking off their pants.

Marley grabbed Brad's thick, masculine cock. Oh, my God, this is gonna feel so good!

Brad wrapped his hand around her B-cup breast and rubbed her stiff nipple. Fuck! Isn't there anything about this woman that isn't perfect? He picked her up and carried her to his bed, still managing to keep the kissing string going even as he laid her on a pile of pillows. As he moved between her long thighs, she guided his cock toward her dripping pussy.

"Just fuck me, Brad. We can get to the preliminaries later," she panted. "Besides I'm so fucking wet you'd need a snorkel."

"Christ! Every single thing you say and do is just making me hotter! I'm so damn overloaded right now, I may cum in five seconds. But, don't worry. I recover fast."

"I'm not worried ... I just wanna fuck."

Brad took the hint and plunged deep and hard into her. Her long legs immediately encased his body, and she pushed her hips into him. They quickly found a common rhythm. Brad finally broke his string of kisses and gritted his teeth trying to hold back. The way she was moving and squeezing him with her vaginal walls was driving him crazy. He couldn't talk; he only moaned and grunted.

Marley, on the other hand, was a talker. "I love your dick. Your dick is perfect for me! It's so long and hard and thick. I can feel you everywhere. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me with your perfect dick!"

The combination was too much for Brad. He swelled inside Marley and released his load. As he gave over control of his body to his primal self, Marley began pushing against him. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Yes!" she screamed in response to the force of his hammering. "Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!"

Both of them lay almost motionless for a few minutes, allowing their torrid breathing and their pounding hearts to slowly subsided.

"I take it all back," Brad said.

"Take what back?" Marley said in a breathy voice.

"The recovering quickly part. I may never be able to come again."

"That's okay. I may have to douche with a fire extinguisher first myself." That comment caught Brad completely off guard, and he started laughing hard for several minutes, lying on top of her. Marley even got caught up in it and began laughing with him. He eventually rolled off of her and pulled her onto his chest.




The Temp



Marley started getting out of the bed and explained, "All the wine ... I'll be right back." Brad stared at her gorgeous naked body all the way into the bathroom, and his eyes never left the door until she emerged and walked all the way to the other side of the bed to climb back beside him. When she pulled back the covers, she immediately looked at his cock and saw that it was at half mast and throbbing. "So fast?" she asked in amazement.

"I'm shocked too. If you want it to grow faster, just stand there a moment longer and let me look at you."

"I'm embarrassed," she said shyly.

Brad quickly rose onto one elbow. "No! No! I don't want to embarrass you. I just wanted you to know that your body is so incredibly beautiful that all you have to do to turn me on big time is let me look at you." She stood there for a moment with her eyes shifting and a finger stuck self-consciously in her mouth. Brad sighed deeply and let his eyes wash over her. He smiled.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and jumped under the covers, saying, "Sorry, but that's too weird." He was bemused that she was so uncomfortable being ogled ... especially by the guy she'd just shared her body with.

"You ... are a fascinating creature, Ms. Crane. If I was that hot, I think I'd just walk around naked just so I could give all the men of the world continuous hard-ons. Of course, the women might try to assassinate you." 

She hit his shoulder and told him to "stop it," but it did make her feel good that he thought she was beautiful. "Growing up, we didn't believe in bragging, so I guess I'm just shy about being the center of attention."

"I understand. But, if it's just me, is it okay if I stare at you ... a lot? Get hard ... a lot? Make incredible love to you ... all the time?" he said as he bent down to kiss her. She put her hands behind his head and kissed him back. She also moved one of her thighs between his so she could slowly rub her sex against his full erection. Marley moaned, "Uhm-hmm," in response to his question.

"I've never met anyone who loves kissing so much," Brad said during a brief break to catch their breath.

"Kissing is much more intimate than sex. But, it has to be done right," she replied.

"How am I doing?"

"You're an All-American. That's why I assaulted you at the door. That's why making love to you is so sensual." Brad smiled. "I probably shouldn't be telling you my secrets so soon, but the way to get me hot is to kiss me for a long time. That's more important than foreplay to me," she added between kisses.

"Thank God I signed up for that correspondence course ... Kissing like you're Cousins."

"It paid off."

"We had to use wax lips. I practiced so much I didn't have to buy Chap Stick for two years." That one caught Marley off-guard, and she began cackling hard. Brad smiled broadly. He loved feeling her body shake and listening to her rich laugh.

"You're a nut!" she said as she calmed down. She wiped her eyes, moved on top of Brad and started inching his stiff schlong into her.

"We may have to go a little slower this time," he cautioned.

"You and me both. I just wanted to have you inside me while we kiss," she said.

"Does this mean we have a love match?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

She stopped and looked at him. "Oh, Lord, this doesn't mean you're gonna get all corny on me, does it?"

"If this is how you react after a tennis match, I'm just hoping I can be your new partner."

"What about Angie? She's got quite a temper. She might get really pissed off."

"I hope so," he said kissing her.

"Why do you hope so?" she asked, kissing him.

"Because maybe she'll get so pissed she'll throw you out of the apartment, and to avoid being homeless, you come to live here," he said kissing her some more.

"After one date? You want me to move in with you?" she asked as she kissed him. "What if I have molten morning breath?"

"Asbestos face mask," he replied between kisses.

"What if I'm crazy? What if you come home and find that I've cut up all your underwear and turned the strips into a statue of the Devil?" she asked between kisses.

"The Devil's not so bad. He just needs better PR. Besides, he makes a hell of a cake, you know ... pardon the pun." Marley started laughing again.

"Maybe we should take this one step at a time."

"Okay," he said, still kissing her.

"First, I've got to deal with my new boss. I have a feeling I might be coming in late tomorrow," she said kissing him back.

"I wouldn't worry about that prick. I hear he left."

"Left?" she asked. "Where'd he go?"

"Bahamas," he answered between kisses.

"Bahamas ... why?"

"Something about investing in a snorkel factory." Marley was in the middle of a kiss when she had to stop to laugh again. She buried her head onto his shoulder.

"What am I going to do with you?" she asked when she recovered enough to rise up and look at him.

He reached up and put his hands on either side of her face. "Just love me," he answered.

She took one of his hands and kissed it. "THAT ... Mr. Keller, is turning out to be an incredibly easy thing to do."



The Temp Becomes Permanent



Isabelle Frost smiled as she stretched out; her newest pair of Christian Louboutins glinting as the sunlight hit the stiletto tip. Only 2 years ago, she couldn't have even afforded one pair of these shoes. Now, she owned several. Her wardrobe had also morphed, becoming more sophisticated, sexier. Not that it mattered.

The long-legged blonde looked at her huge office, feeling positively decadent as she thought about how she was going to decorate it. She'd only had it a little while and the place was only slightly smaller than her old apartment. With a near-unlimited expense account, she was going to indulge.

Some might have called Isabelle's ascent to power luck. Or Serendipity. Yes, she'd been in the right place at the right time, but there was no luck to it. She knew where Bob Reynolds had lunch every day, she had studied his routine. She knew he liked attractive women, but after doing some diligent research, she knew that he was also impressed with women who were savvy. Having graduated at the top of her class, Isabelle was savvy indeed.

She approached him at the bar, told him she had always enjoyed the campaigns he had worked on and rattled off several by name. She also told Bob ... "Mr. Reynolds" at the time ... if she was ever lucky enough to work for a man like him, she'd consider herself lucky. Then she walked away with a slight sway to her hips and let him watch her legs in the short skirt, real stockings and high-heeled shoes she had worn especially for that meeting.

She went back to the Palermo a few days later and he approached her. Mr. Reynolds told her a Junior Executive wasn't working out and if she was willing to put in the hours and do the grunt work ... he hadn't even finished when she accepted.

Isabelle worked like a dog, but she kept her eyes and ears open. Rumors abounded about her sleeping with Mr. Reynolds, as they had lunch together twice a week and Isabelle did dress in a slightly-provocative manner at work.

Bob Reynolds put an end to the first rumor. "She picks my brain constantly and she listens, something a few more of you could learn to do," He told his staff, letting them know the talk was to end. As for the second, at 5'10" and with a 36-22-35 figure, most anything Isabelle wore tended to look sexy on her. She was also putting her smarts to use again. Men noticed an attractive woman in the room and listened when she talked, when they found out how on the ball she was, they were equally impressed. There were a lot of men who found smart women very sexy. Why not? Isabelle also liked smart, intelligent sexy women and all of her college friends had been like that.

In 10 years, Isabelle made herself invaluable to Reynolds-Cushing and she put her mind to work in other ways. Isabelle wanted to go somewhere, she was fiercely competitive, a great asset in the business world. Isabelle was assertive; she saw what she wanted and went after it. She also held on to her stock options and after 10 years, she knew what many didn't ... Isabelle owned a large chunk of the company. When Bob announced he was taking early retirement, Isabelle seized the opportunity to speak her mind. She went into his office and closed the door.

"Before you go to the partners and discuss looking for your replacement, I'm going to say it. I want your job. I can be pushy and fight for it ... I own 25% of the company at least ... but I'd like your recommendation, Bob." She sat on the edge of his desk and crossed her long legs, her skirt rode up. He always looked and she didn't mind, if he'd been 10 years younger, she might have done more than flirt. When they'd first met, he'd been distinguished and he was still a handsome man at 60.

"You don't need to fight Isabelle, I can't think of anyone more suited for my chair than you," Bob smiled, patting her knee. "My only concern is, what about Trevor?"

Isabelle sighed. She hadn't really considered Trevor, her boyfriend of the past 5 years and a highly successful Chemical Engineer. When they'd met, he made more money than she did; now her salary was at least 30 thousand higher. He hadn't been handling it well ... their relationship and their sex life was suffering, to say the least.

"I'll ... we'll deal with that. Bob, I want the job, very much," Isabelle said.

Within 3 months, the job was hers and Bob was on an around-the-world Cruise. She was ready to pack up and move into his office, when Carla, her pretty, young secretary, dropped a huge bomb on her.

"Ms. Frost, you've been a terrific boss and I'm really happy you got the promotion, but ... I don't want to come along with you," Carla told her, brushing an auburn curl from her face. "I've been working hard enough as it is, my boyfriend and I want to talk marriage and I don't want to add more hours to my schedule."

"You realize it would be a lot more money?" Isabelle told her.

"Yes, but a lot less Tim," Carla said. "I want a future with him. I'm sorry, Isabelle. Good luck."

Isabelle grimaced. Miss Hathaway had retired at the same time as Bob, so she couldn't use his secretary. She called Carla back in.

"Carla, do you know of anyone who might be able to pick up quickly the way we do things around here, someone available right away?"

"Sure, my friend Kathleen's' registered with a Temp Agency and I'd be glad to show her the ropes. It'd be nice to see more of her and I think she'd fit in great until we can hire someone to work full-time. Want me to call her for an Interview?"

Isabelle waved her hand. "No need, if you trust her, just call the Agency and have her here at 9 AM tomorrow. Tell them to make sure she's dressed nicely, you know the drill. Thanks Carla, you're a lifesaver."

Isabelle went home that night a bit relieved. Feeling happy, she'd splurged on some lovely new lingerie, but found Trevor was out shooting pool with some friends. He wasn't home by 11, so she turned in, barely hearing him come in at 1. She could smell the alcohol, but figured he needed to blow off steam and decided to let it go for now.

Kathleen showed up at 8:55 the next morning and Carla gave her a big hug, then introduced her to Isabelle. Isabelle liked the 26-year old brunette right away, she actually found similar qualities to herself, Kathleen asked a lot of questions, dressed for success and worked hard. She even made great coffee and cheered Isabelle up a number of times during the day with her pleasant nature and beautiful smile.

Kathleen was always smiling and everyone liked her. Never once did she say anything unpleasant, she pitched in wherever needed and within 2 weeks, Carla was able to move on to her new position and let Kathleen assist Isabelle unfettered. The blue-eyed brunette even took to bringing Isabelle an extra-lunch, telling her new boss that the cafeteria food was awful and Isabelle needed to eat better. They made a habit of eating their lunches together every day and often, it was the nicest part of her day.

Things were still not good at home with Trevor. Her lingerie collection expanded, her sexual encounters did not. Kathleen rarely talked about her boyfriend, if she had one, Isabelle noticed. One afternoon, she brought it up.

"Nope, haven't had a boyfriend in a long time," Kathleen smiled, eating some roast beef, then dipping the next bite into some horseradish. "Most men can't keep up with me. You?"

"Exactly the same as you. I have a boyfriend, we live together, but we might as well live in separate apartments. I think he's threatened by the fact I make almost double his income now. We don't have a sex life anymore ... oh, why am I telling you all this?"

"Because we're becoming friends and I'll listen, okay? Listen Isabelle, if a man can't handle your success, that's his issue. You're a beautiful woman and you have money, sounds pretty good to me, boss-lady!" Kathleen giggled.

"You know, you're right! Thanks Kathleen," Isabelle smiled, sipping her coffee.

"Anytime."

6 months had gone by before Isabelle realized she'd done nothing about hiring a permanent replacement for Carla. Why hadn't she? She needed someone, she couldn't keep using Kathleen and the Temp Agency forever.

Well, something had to change. She called Kathleen into her office.

"Kathleen, it's been 6 months and I just realized I haven't done anything about replacing Carla permanently," Isabelle told her.

"Oh, yes ... I see," Kathleen said, the first sad look Isabelle had ever seen crossed her pretty face.

"So, I was wondering if it isn't too much work, if you'd like to leave the Temp Agency and assume the job permanently?" Isabelle asked, hoping her young protégé would say yes.

"Oh? OH! YES, yes please, thank you Isabelle, I promise to do a good job," Kathleen practically squealed.

"Now that you're not a Temp, you'll be making substantially more money and you'll get benefits. Go down to payroll, tell Jessie I sent you, fill out the paperwork and then get your ass back here, we've got work to do."

"Yes, boss-lady, and thanks!" Kathleen said, practically running out of the office towards the elevators.

Isabelle got up from her desk. She remembered that day 2 months ago well. She looked out her office window at Kathleen's desk. It was past 6 and she was still there. She walked out of her office and towards Kathleen.

"Don't you need to go home?" She asked.

Kathleen shook her head. Her brunette hair, down to her shoulders now, fell from her face. She was in a black top and dress with black leather boots, she was dressing even nicer now that she had more money to spend. But so was Isabelle, although it mattered little.

""What about you, gorgeous?" Kathleen smiled, noticing the cream-colored jacket her employer wore with a matching short skirt and white silk blouse. "You should be at home with your man. All work and no play ..." Kathleen giggled.

"No play Kathleen, none at all. Trevor and I are done, he moved out last Friday. He says I've become a cold bitch, an Ice Princess." Isabelle fought off a few tears. "I have sexier clothes, hot lingerie, I want sex all the time ... and it's my fault?"

"You are drop-dead sexy, he's an idiot," Kathleen smiled. "Hot lingerie, huh? I love lingerie, nothing sexier. See?" Kathleen pulled her blouse down slightly to reveal very expensive La Pearla underwear. "It's nice to be able to afford this kind of thing, I love being a girl. We get to wear such nice clothes and heels."

"Yes, we do," Isabelle agreed, sitting in a chair across from her assistant. "You always look so lovely, it's nice to see on a daily business and it makes our staff and clients happy too."

"I take that as a great compliment, considering the source," Kathleen smiled. "I've been trying to dress in a way that would please you and catch your eye. I'm glad you've noticed."

"I've noticed." Isabelle stood up and the two women hugged. Then they pulled away and both laughed.

"Am I wrong or have we been dressing this way to flirt with each other?" Isabelle chuckled.

"I – I think we have," Kathleen giggled. "I do think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, though."

"I was just thinking that about you. Are we crazy?"

"Maybe."

"How far do we want to take this, Kathleen?" Isabelle said, broaching the unspoken.

"I'm not sure ... I've never been with another woman," Kathleen smiled, leaning so close to Isabelle that her employer could smell her perfume.

"Nor have I," Isabelle sighed, inhaling the fragrance. "But I want to be. I want to be with you. You're my best friend Kathleen, you've become so special to me over these past few months. I think we'd be wonderful together, want to find out?"

"Yes, very much," Kathleen smiled, standing up and taking Isabelle's hand. They went into Isabelle's office and locked the door and closed the blinds. Feeling bold, Kathleen let herself make the first move. She unzipped the snug dress and let it fall, standing in front of Isabelle in expensive lingerie, stockings and heels. Isabelle followed suit and Kathleen whistled.

"Wow. I am so into you at this moment, please come here and kiss me," Kathleen sighed. Isabelle and she met in the middle of the room and the slightly-taller Isabelle pulled her friend close, smothering her face with tiny kisses as her hands flew to remove Kathleen's bra. Her tits were perfect and she licked one nipple, then the other and felt her ... lover ... tremble.

"Please, please don't stop doing that, it feels so nice," Kathleen murmured as she saw Isabelle's head moving down her body, kissing her smooth stomach, teasing the tiny navel piercing and moving between her outstretched legs. "Oh God Isabelle darling, that feels so ..."

Even though it was Isabelle doing the kissing, it felt marvelous to her too, like they were meant to be doing this. She slid Kathleen's tiny thong down her stocking-clad legs, the younger woman standing there only in her stockings and heels, looking stunning. Isabelle gripped her tight and moved her face into Kathleen's' pussy and began licking.

"Oh, sweet God, that's fucking wonderful!" Kathleen shrieked. "I've never had anyone eat my cunt like that, do me Isabelle!"

Isabelle found it very sexy that Kathleen didn't shy away from the words during sex, she liked them as well, but Trevor had always found them "repulsive." Fuck Trevor! She had a higher connection with Kathleen, she was sure of that and she was having the time of her life servicing her attractive companion. Kathleen moved towards the couch in Isabelle's office, one of the few pieces of furniture in there at the moment. She hadn't got her new stuff yet and a fair bit of Robert's wasn't worth saving.

"Baby, that was amazing," Kathleen sighed, her pussy drenched. "I want to do you too lover, I hope I can make you feel half as good as you just did for me."

"I know you will darling, just enjoy yourself," Isabelle said, stretching out her leggy frame on the couch. She knew she appeared slightly provocative to her new lover, but wasn't that part of the charm?

"You look like a nasty little slut," Kathleen teased.

"I can be a nasty little slut for my girl," Isabelle shot back, sticking out her tongue.

"Your girl?" Kathleen grinned, somewhat caught off guard. Isabelle felt a bit off-guard at having said it, but nodded.

"My girl. Now get over here bitch and eat my pussy. Lick my cunt and make me cum, you gorgeous little whore!"

Kathleen felt such a surge of love and desire, she kissed Isabelle from the top of her forehead and moved all the way down. Her hands and lips touched everywhere, she enjoyed the full-on beauty on her new lover. She stroked the blonde fleece that crowned Isabelle's cunt and then she splayed the lips apart and attacked it urgently.

"Shit, oh fuck, eat the pussy, suck the pussy, eat my CUNT!" Isabelle shrieked, her hands digging deep into Kathleen's dark hair. "My beautiful baby, suck my twat, do it, do IT!"

Isabelle came for the first time in months and she pulled her new lover close and they hugged and kissed. Time seemed to stand still, aside from two rapidly-beating hearts.

"I could use some dinner," Kathleen giggled. "I haven't ... don't you even go there ... I haven't had any food tonight."

"We'll either go out on the company's dime later ... I'll just say we were working late ... or we'll order in," Isabelle smiled. "I'm not ready to let you go just yet?"

"Insatiable slut."

"Your fault for being such a good fuck, baby."

Kathleen laughed. "I assume full responsibility, boss-lady."

Isabelle's lips met hers. "Not in bed, darling. Here, you're mine and I'm yours. No rank. If this is going to work, we can't be competing."

Kathleen smiled. "You think we should be together, that this can work?"

"Yes, I do," Isabelle nodded. "Don't you?"

Kathleen nuzzled Isabelle's neck and said "Yes, I guess I just wanted to hear you say it. I'm crazy about you, I never realized that until tonight." Then, she giggled. "Of course, a little competition might be okay, don't you think?"

Isabelle's nose crinkled. "Oh? Like what?"

Kathleen moved around so her pussy was on top of Kathleen's mouth and her mouth was at Kathleen's pussy. They were in the ages-old '69' position. Her mouth watered. "Like we should have a competition to see who can make who cum first, okay slut?"

"Okay, bitch!"

They actually didn't rush, from the onset, they felt like enjoying the closeness and the intense feelings that were rushing through both of them. Isabelle enjoyed the smooth planes of Kathleen's back, Kathleen loved the feeling of her new lover's satiny thighs so close, both liked each other's lingerie and heels. It was Kathleen who won the competition, but only after an hour of lovemaking.

They went out to a fancy French restaurant for dinner and then, back to Isabelle's for a night of lovemaking. For the first time in 10 years, Isabelle didn't go into work the next morning. She called her partners and told them she'd taken ill and that Kathleen was helping tend to her. She didn't tell them the part about Kathleen was wearing a large strap-on dildo at the time and was about to give Isabelle her first lezzie fuck.

Kathleen moved in with Isabelle a year later and they stopped hiding their relationship. No one said a word, as Isabelle continued to produced exceptional work and the two women were still charming and gracious as ever, plus both were still smoking hot. When they went to Toronto and got legally married, the firm even paid for their honeymoon. As far as anyone knew, the young couple was professional at work and nothing at all went on there.

Of course, Kathleen and Isabelle knew better. There were lots of kinky and very sexy little items hidden in Isabelle's office closet. The new leather sofa Isabelle had bought for the corner of her office pulled out into a full bed. No one knew about the discussion Isabelle and Kathleen had with Carla over lunch the previous afternoon. Poor, sweet Carla. Her marriage wasn't working out the way she had hoped. Kathleen suggested to Isabelle they have her friend to dinner this weekend and they could all talk. No, no one at work knew about things like that. There were some naughty secrets the beautiful lesbian couple preferred to keep to themselves.