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Devil in the Details Ch. 01

By: aukamm



This company is one of the big accounting firms, offices in every major city. Let me introduce you to the players.

Stephen is a CPA, he sits in one of the outer offices, one of the dozen in this wing of the building. He's tall and thin, glasses and everyone notices right away how shy he is. He just started the job when this story begins, lured to this firm to solve some big problems because he had special talents, a magician with numbers. He could fly through a stack of ledgers in a couple of hours and find all the secrets, the kick-backs and fraud that happen in most mid-sized firms, the devil is in the details.

Deborah is one of the Secretaries, okay, her title is Administrative Assistant, one of three shared by the dozen CPAs. She's married to a tall hunk, a construction worker, a framer. She likes to be called Deb and is just shorter than average, but that's not noticeably since she always wears high heals. No, height is not what you notice about Deborah. The best way to describe her is to say she has the body of a Juggie, one of the dancers on the 'Man Show', the most popular one. She is tight in all the right places and just naturally top heavy, the tiny waist and firm butt make the top look bigger. But she tones it down with the conservative business skirts and blouses; she wears her hair pulled back in a pony tail, large glasses on a perfect face.

Susan is Deb's best friend, another Admin Assistant but thinner and taller, darker curly hair and dreamy eyes always looking a little wet, maybe that's make-up. Married too but he never comes around, her fourth. She has an amazing ass and long legs. And her top is not large like Deb, just perfect for her frame, smaller orange sized breasts. She doesn't dress like Deb; she always wears knee length dresses and suits only when the clients come to visit.

And last, there is Olivia, another CPA. She is engaged to be married to one of the accounting firm's executives in a larger city a few hundred miles away, a sandy-haired haired beach type looking guy, almost too good looking, a corporate rising star in the business consulting division, he doesn't visit this office very often, just once in the last three years. Olivia is one of those women with looks too good for her position. She spends lots of time trying to hide it in heavy tailored suits and tries to walk with a purpose, glasses with clients and in meetings but doesn't need them ... but the guys still snap their heads when she walks by. She looks northern Italian, a silky haired brunette with a perfect smile, full luscious lips and bright green eyes. She looks like the wife of a corporate executive, a style and flair above everyone else. There was a strong proud dignity to her that put everyone on their best behavior when she was around.

Stephen hadn't unpacked his boxes before it started. Susan was normally at the other end of the office but being all caught up with her work load she came in to help. She noticed he was looking and getting more nervous when she bent over to pick up a box on the floor. She did it on purpose, she opened the buttons of her dress at the top for the guys to see; it was her tease, her life ... she needed that constant reassurance that men lusted for her. 

But Stephen started sweating, shaking, embarrassed how he was reacting, "Susan, the boxes are full of personal items, I can take care of them." He turned his body into the corner of the book case with the credenza right beside, totally away from her direction, not able to look at her.

Susan was a little put off. What is the matter with him she thought? And then it dawned on her that he was a geek, a nerdy chicken afraid to look down a girl's dress. She left feeling insulted.

It took Stephen a half hour to calm down, thirty minutes to stop sweating and remember what he was doing. He was shaking like a leaf. He thought it might be different here, that he would get a fresh start and not be the butt of everyone's jokes ... but when he saw her nipple, he couldn't help himself, immediately he knew he would be embarrassed. He knew someone would see the swelling pants and use it to start the incessant teasing and bullying. He moved half way across the country to get away from that. He prayed it wouldn't start again.

Stephen was picked on at an early age. A little taller and thinner than the others, he didn't stand up for himself that first time back in kindergarten and from there it just got worse. It was so bad he couldn't eat lunch; they would steal his food or his money, so he found ways to hide out until lunch recess was over. Hiding ... that was his way of dealing with it, never making the social connections so important to a child's experience. So here he was, trying to make a fresh start, so far from his over-protective bossy mother; a new job and soon to have a new townhouse.

Stephen heard the laughter outside, he knew it was starting.

Susan quickly turned the offense she felt into a plan for revenge ... they had done this before. She walked over to Deb's desk and started whispering, "Deb ... the new guy, Stephen ... he is such a geek. We need to have some fun with him."

"Really? Why, what happened?" Deb whispered back.

"I gave him a little peek, you know ... trying to make a good impression? Well he started shaking and sweating, probably got a boner. I think we should take advantage of his condition, you know, leverage our assets?"

"I like the sounds of this ... I can see what he saw, I'm looking at your nips now ... but we have to be careful; I need this job, I won't get paid this much anywhere else. And we are married."

"I know ... but lets start with little things ... I want to have some fun, it's getting too boring around here." Susan had a naughty side, a need to stir things up that could not be contained. She didn't have a creative mind, just a dirty one. She left the planning up to Deb for their escapades.

"Okay ... I know he has a big expense account, I have never seen one so big, three times anyone else's, they expect him to spend six thousand a month. If he's as big a geek as you say, he won't be spending it ... maybe we can enjoy some of that? If he doesn't spend it, they'll take it away ... and we better hurry, I've seen his list of accounts ... Drescher, Anderson, Welch ... all the ones we're about to lose. He won't be here long, a month or two. I'll go first, we'll take turns. Tell Jackie to stay away." (Jackie was the third Admin Assistant, the heavy one, account names are fictitious)

"So what are you going to do?"

"I've never been to the Oyster Bar for lunch. It's too expensive, but the other CPAs go there on special occasions. Stephen is taking me tomorrow."

"No!"

"Yeah, and he's taking you to the Showboat on Thursday."

"I've always wanted to go there ... you know how long I have begged to go? Do you know how expensive that place is? How can we get away with that?"

"I'm not sure yet, we'll see."

"Now is a good time, I primed the pump. Deb, I want to do everything with that geek, full on tease so we can get all hot and go home to our husbands for a hard fuck. All the stuff they won't do to get our juices flowing. Mine's only doing me for three minutes lately, I need more than that."

"Okay, I get it ... so close your dress, you're making me want to suck on your titties ... and go back to your desk."

Susan smiled her naughtiest, looked around, pinched her nipple for Deb and then buttoned the lowest button she had opened for Stephen, sighed and walked back to her desk. 

The sway of her hips was studied by Deb before turning her thoughts to what she was planning next. She looked down and unbuttoned her top two. Then she loosened her pony tail a little, making her face less severe. And looking at her skirt, she was thinking of folding it at the waist, but then she saw the small slit on the side that had some threads stretched. She spent fifteen minutes there in the privacy of the foot well of her desk to sew a strong seam six inches higher up each side so she could cut the threads below, the slit now coming up about mid thigh.

Deb waited a while, Susan had left his door open and she could see him emptying the boxes, putting books in his wall cabinets. When he finally sat at his desk and logged onto his PC she cleared her throat and took her pad into his office, walking slowly, her heart beating loud with the show she needed to put on. She wasn't sure how the conversation would go.

Stephen saw her walking toward him, she was walking slowly ... he had to slide his chair closer to his desk, he wished his legs weren't so long, his knees were pressed under the drawer.

"Stephen ... is it alright to call you Stephen? We're not formal with last names here." She sashayed over to the front of his desk.

"Uh hummm ... yes (his voice cracked) ... yes, Stephen is fine."

"Good, so I was wondering if there was anything I could do to help you get settled? They showed you how the intercom works. You know where they keep all our files ... just press that button (she leaned over his desk to show him) and I will bring any file you need and take away the ones in this box." She leaned the other direction knowing she was giving him some cleavage but no nipple like Susan, she was too big for that, they needed to be held tight in her thin bra. She could tell he was staring.

"Oh ... okkkay."

"And I think we need to talk a couple times a week." She walked around his desk slowly.

"Rrreally?" he started getting more nervous, unwilling to slide his chair out to address her directly.

"Yes, I'm thinking Tuesdays and Thursdays ... and you will want to talk to Susan as well, Monday and Wednesday ... you know, this is about business ... about ways we could do our jobs better."

"Bbbut, I don't need a lot of help ... I, I, I don't normally stutter ... I write most of my letters." He tried not to look; he kept his eyes down and toward the computer.

Deb sat on the edge of the desk and crossed her legs. "Stephen ... you have a nice expense account, management wants you to use it ... so until you need to take clients out, we will have to establish the pattern of spending. It will please management."

"But ... but I don't normally take clients out." He looked and saw her beautiful legs, he forgot to breathe.

"Exactly ... Management will think something is wrong with that, they may inquire about your account relations if you are not socializing with them. I'm looking out for you; I consider it my job ... Susan too." She crossed her legs the other way and leaned over to give him a better look again.

"Deborah ... I don't know?"

"Stephen ... call me Deb? ... And honest, it will be good for your career. I promise to behave myself, I wouldn't lie to you. I haven't been to the Oyster Bar ... it's one of the places you need to learn about so when you start taking clients out you can talk business, not worry about seeing a new menu."

He was openly staring at her legs now, unable to stop. "But ... but ..."

"And I promise to give you the very best service, (she was using her fingers to trace around her grapefruit sized tits) you will always be my number one priority ... Susan too ... and you don't have to fill out the expense reports, I will do that, I will sign them too, with my name." She was talking slowly, making sure he saw her lips and tongue move, her voice deeper than usual.

"But Susan too?"

"We're best friends, we share everything (she said with a smirk in her eyes, a sexual smirk) ... and it's just until you get comfortable with the area ... we'll be your tour guides ... we won't do it as much when you start taking clients out ... management will be happy."

"Deb, I just think it is wrong to lie on the expense report."

Deb leaned down close, giving him her best view, "Stephen ... it's just business, it is not illegal, we will follow the IRS rules. And the company promotes things like this to keep employee moral high. And I promise we will talk about business at least for a few minutes."

"Yes but ... and I can't think of why it is wrong ... but it feels like it is."

"No, it's not wrong, it just feels like that because you like my legs ... I don't mind, I like you to look at my legs. I work my ass off at the gym to keep them looking this good. I go to the beach and enjoy it when men stare at me, they see a whole lot more than what you are looking at right now. I'll show you one of these days."

"But I, I, I, ..."

"It's okay, I'll call and make reservations for tomorrow ... you have to eat anyway."

"Alright."

"I'm looking out for you Stephen, I'll make you look good, it will be good for your career ... and when you get to be President, I will still be your Secretary."

"But I won't ever be President."

"I'm not so sure ... I hear things ... you came here because you are talented. You show your talent and I will take care of the rest."

Stephen didn't know how to process all that. He was more worried about what would happen if she saw how excited he was under the desk. He couldn't respond any more, just stared and tried to remember that he needed air in his lungs.

Deb heard her intercom buzzing, she turned to leave, making sure he was looking at her legs and sexy walk as she left.

Stephen couldn't get back to work. He knew what she said about becoming President was a lie; he could never get up in front of a group and make a presentation. He knew that was always going to limit his career. He hated talking on the phone, how could he lead a division let alone a company. No, he would be happy if he just didn't' get picked on. He was finally making good money, the cost of living in this city was half that of Seattle, and he would be happy to hide from the world just crunching numbers.

Deb gave the thumbs up to Susan, they both tried to conceal their laughter.

The girls left him alone the rest of the day and Stephen was able to dig into his first account. It wasn't long before he found a bookkeeper that was skimming at least five thousand a month, sometimes more ... double entries.

Stephen didn't go right home after work, he stopped at Sports Authority for some shopping, determined that he wasn't going to screw up this job.

The next morning he arrived at the office an hour before the normal starting time, only Olivia was there ahead of him. She heard his door and saw the light from his office, thought she would stop in to say hello. "Couldn't sleep?"

"Oh, hello. Please come in, have a seat. Olivia isn't it?"

"Yes, so am I going to have company in the mornings from now on?" She could see he looked uncomfortable.

"Yes, I like to get ahead of the curve."

"You look like you are in pain, are you alright?" she could tell he was shy, her father was shy, painfully so.

"Yes, new shoes ... need to break them in." Stephen was hoping she didn't see why he was in pain. He was wearing a wet suit under his clothes, bike shorts on top of that and a baseball cup protector, extra large. All of it together didn't want to bend for him to sit.

"Stephen, let me know if you need anything, I will be glad to help ... especially if the girls get rambunctious. They have had discipline problems in the past. We had to fire a CPA a year ago for what they were doing during office hours. I'm not sure they fired the right ones. The girls can be naughty."

"No, I'll be fine, I'll keep them focused on their jobs."

"Fine, and you'll be sure to call me if you need anything?" she placed her hand on his, startling him and she wondered why she did it. She was never forward like that ... but it wasn't sexual, she could see he didn't take it like that.

Stephen wasn't reacting to Olivia like he had Deb and Susan. Olivia was so beautiful, so obviously out of his league and her clothes so conservative that he was just surprised at the touch ... and then felt that there was honest friendship being offered. "I will call, thank you Olivia ... you make me feel at home here."

"Good, that was my intention," and she turned to walk out.

Stephen poured himself into his second account, more discrepancies, a dozen or more. He found a supplier charging double for cardboard shipping boxes, probably a kickback, and they were buying fasteners from a local retail place. He saved the company ninety percent on the fasteners with no packaging to slow down their assembly line. Time flew by and his fingers clicked a hundred miles an hour on the numeric keypad.

"Stephen?"

He looked up from his computer, it was Deb. He wondered what she wanted.

"Its noon, we're going to lunch."

Stephen looked at the system clock, crap, he thought it was only nine or so. "Two minutes, I'll close this out." His fingers flew on the keyboard and he emailed a .pdf to the client before logging out. He stood and was amazed at the relief; the blood started going back to his legs and abdomen. He didn't know both his feet had fallen asleep, pins and needles for a few minutes. And looking at Deb, he felt less worried; she had on a long rain coat.

He grabbed his suit jacket and put it on, walking out.

"Here, I don't want to get wet," she said as she handed him the large golf-size umbrella, the company one normally used for clients.

They made their way down the elevator and she made him hold the umbrella directly over her ... he had to stoop to make sure not a drop got on her. He opened the door to his SUV and waited for her to get in, not looking at her legs. He went around, threw the umbrella in back and got in the driver's seat.

"Why did you look away, why didn't you look at my legs?" she said like she was insulted.

"Gentlemen are not supposed to look. Sometimes, especially in small cars women have to part their legs all the way."

"Oh, I guess you're right." Deb had never heard that before, it made sense. And the men in her life had never held her door, her husband said it was stupid, that she wasn't helpless, making a joke out of it. But it wasn't like she had skid marks on her panties, she wanted him to look.

At the restaurant Deb went directly to the ladies room. When she came out Stephen asked to check her coat. When she took it off his eyes popped out of his head.

"What, so what? I like to be free and I don't like those conservative blouses."

Stephen couldn't stop staring at the chiffon blouse, the cleavage cut really low and only the extra frilly material at her nipples covered her up. She didn't need the bra, they stood up on their own just fine.

"I'll change again when we leave. Now put your eyes back in your head and get our table."

And then he realized her skirt was different, soo much shorter. It looked like the same material, she must have folded it over a bunch of times ... it only came to mid-thigh.

"I know you like my legs ... thought I would show them to you."

He couldn't respond.

The maitre de walked them to their table and Deb was checking out all the other women, most just in business suits. She was disappointed. She heard at night the women in this place were amazing, wearing unbelievable clothes. It was very dark and they were led to a corner booth; small table and the bench seats at a right angle. She chose the seat with the best view of the other patrons. But she didn't like the long table cloth ... it hid an important asset.

Stephen couldn't speak; he had a difficult time ordering even though he tried to look away.

When the waitress left with the orders Deb started, "What's the matter? So what if I show a bit of skin. Come on, look at me, I told you I like it when you look."

Stephen glanced and her skirt was all the way up her butt, her legs completely exposed.

"Nice legs aren't they? She stretched one out, giving him the full view.

Stephen couldn't speak, only nod and he forgot about breathing again.

"What? No big deal, wait until you see my bikini ... no bigger than a couple of Band-Aids ... three Band-Aids on strings. And look, you can see through my blouse if I flip the frilly part aside," which is what she did.


Devil in the Details Ch. 01



Stephen was looking right at her nipple, pointy and almost poking a hole in the material. He was wishing the athletic cup had more room, it was getting painful. He looked at himself, the layers of clothes especially the cup and wet suit were working, no giant tent. It allowed him to continue staring, getting harder.

Deb kept flashing him her nipple, crossing and un-crossing her legs. "You know Stephen, if your eyes were lasers, you would have burned all my clothes off by now. I would be sitting her naked for all the world to see. That would be really naughty ... we should try that sometime."

Stephen had no blood in his face, the leg in the middle was complaining, sending pain signals and he was ignoring them. He didn't remember the food, just watching her eat on sensory overload. She loved everything, especially the lobster tail, the butter sauce clung to her full lips and she was closing her eyes to enjoy the flavors.

When they came for the plates she asked for a doggy bag for what he didn't eat. "Stephen, that was so delicious, worth every cent ... I never knew food could taste that good." 

The waitress came with the check.

Deb took a credit card out of her bag to pay. The receipt came back and she figured out the tip and total, not showing it to Stephen. "Here sign," as she handed him a pen, holding her finger over the amount.

Stephen scribbled his name, still in a trance.

"Oh, I promised to talk about work. I'm still getting your email until IT opens your account. You received an email from Drescher a couple hours ago. They never expected you to turn around the ledgers so fast. They are very happy, the first since we've had their account. I forwarded the email to your boss and his boss too."

But Stephen didn't hear a word of that, the name of the account didn't register while she kept crossing her legs and flashing her tits.

"Okay, one last look ... I have to go and change back ... want to see my panties?" and she flipped her skirt all the way up in front. And then when she stood she leaned over close and breathed in his ear, "Look at my ass, its nice too." and she turned around and flipped the back of her skirt up.

Stephen thought he was going to have a heart attack, that image will be seared into his brain until the day he dies. 

And then she disappeared, giving the waitress by the front register the credit card form, taking the receipt with her for the expense report. 

He sat there at the table for a good fifteen minutes, like a zombie until he saw Deb coming out of the lady's room with her coat on. He slowly stood and found his feet tingly again.

The show was over and he found himself back at his desk, he didn't remember driving back. He looked at the system clock, it was almost three. He grabbed another stack of ledgers.

The next time he looked up it was seven and he was the only one left in the office. He closed the last book and fired off another .pdf email.

Stephen stopped by Wendy's on the way home and used a couple dozen tissues choking the chicken the rest of the evening.

In the morning Stephen cut the top off the wet suit, just at his waist and left the bike shorts at home. He added some tape to the bottom edge of the cup to give him more room.

Olivia came in his office like the day before, "Nice job, saved two accounts already."

"What?"

"The Drescher and Benton accounts, you saved them."

"I did?"

"Yes, a little expensive lunch, but it worked."

Stephen had no idea what she was talking about.

"So, Seattle, you're from Seattle?"

"Yeah, Mom still lives there ... lived there my whole life, college too."

"So why here? Why not the Seattle office? Have a wife you are running away from?"

"No, never been married. Trying to start fresh. I was in a rut and it was always raining back there. It almost never rains here." He was still trying to process numbers and talk at the same time.

"Sure it does, it rained yesterday."

"No, I liked that rain, you don't understand ... Seattle ... cold and rainy, never stops ... here it rains just enough to cool you off, sort of refreshing."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, I like the rain ... I like walks on the beach when it rains."

"That sounds like fun. I haven't been to the beach here yet."

"Really? Okay, my treat ... Saturday, we'll have a barbecue on the beach, watch the sun come up and then I always come in the office for a couple hours to catch up."

"Okay," and as soon as he said realized he just made plans with Olivia for ... for something, not sure what it was. "But you're engaged!" He looked at the large bauble on her finger.

"No, this isn't like that ... sort of like a welcome to our city breakfast ... just on the way in to work." And she wondered why she offered. She would have to keep it a secret from her fiancé, he would never understand. And she was thinking she didn't understand either. So what's a little breakfast?

"Oh, okay."

"The girls giving you problems yet?"

"Who Deb and Susan?"

"Yeah."

"Teasing me a little ... otherwise I don't use them much, I write all my own letters. They just do my billing, but that's sort of automatic, I don't interact with them for that. So how are your accounts, staying busy?"

"Just a couple of high profile clients ... I'm having a few problems with one. You ever get the suspicion that there is a thief and you can't find him?"

"Sort of, but not like that ... I sniff out a suspicious number. Numbers have a way of talking to me. And then the numbers lead me to all the mischief. And my last job I audited a huge volume of transactions every day ... I can process a lot of columns really fast."

"I'm not a speed auditor; I look more at the strategic stuff like R&D investments, marketing costs."

"We'd make a good team," and was shocked at what he just said, how easily it came out of his mouth. He was not used to talking with a woman, any woman so openly. And he was still able to keep working. "Here's another one (she came around his desk to see his screen) ... $18.11 ... that just seems phony to me, I don't know why. Look, all these columns this same line item, the same expense, the same price ... and look at the quantities. Now shouldn't the quantities of boxes pretty much equal the same number of handles? Each unit needs one handle and one box. Handles costing $18.11 and three times as many handles as boxes, something is wrong, caught another one. And I bet I could get that handle from a different supplier for two bucks."

"Wow, and I would have looked at that ledger and checked it off. The totals seem valid."

"Looks like about ten thousand a month, maybe twelve. That's small potatoes to a corporation, but two people's salaries, two jobs."

"I know you are really busy right now ... maybe a week from now will you look at one of my accounts? I suspect the same kind of thing there."

"Sure ... any time ... and Drescher, yeah, I saved then half a million ... but the strategic stuff, I never looked at that."

"Great, we'll swap ledgers for a few hours see what we can come up with ... next week?"

"Yeah, the sooner the better. Did you hear, I'm closing on my Townhouse in three weeks."

"I heard, right around the corner from me, maybe we could car pool, save some gas ... we both come in early and stay late. And I won't mind if you have to use my car at lunch to take a client out."

"Oh, but I don't do much of that."

Olivia wondered about that remark, but not for long, she had ledgers to pour through. "Stephen, I have to get back ... I have an espresso machine in my office, I'll make an extra one for you?"

"Never had one, sounds good."

"Come down in twenty minutes ... no, I'll intercom you when it's ready. My phone is forty-three and yours is thirty-four."

"Sure, thanks."

The espresso was different, really strong, but Stephen liked it. He was not as comfortable in her office as he was in his ... didn't have anything to distract him so he had to converse which he thought he wasn't good at. But he liked watching her face when she talked, something enchanting about it.

Lunch time came and Susan knocked on his door. She was wearing a knee-length white linen dress; the fabric was pleated all the way around, very light and flowing. She was obviously very proud of it. It opened at the neck and had buttons most of the way to her waist. Stephen had noticed it earlier when she came to retrieve a set of books. She spun around and it settled into her ass, giving a hint at how perfect it was. He was thankful that his cup and wet suit were working, keeping everything contained.

Getting in his SUV Susan explained, "Stephen, I can't sit on my dress, its linen and well, get really bad wrinkles ... you don't mind do you?"

He was wondering what she meant, didn't want to guess or see so he walked around and got in his own door, not bothering to wait to close hers. And it wasn't bad, just all fluffed up around her waist and he couldn't see anything, she just couldn't sit all the way back, wouldn't put on her seat belt. She was acting like the dress was really precious, very important and used only for special occasions.

She directed him to a restaurant that was an old Mississippi River boat tied up at the dock. There was no change of clothes like with Deb and they were led up a flight of stairs to a U-shaped booth that was really private, high tufted seat backs, translucent glass above that with a nice view of the river. The place was almost empty and very bright unlike the day before.

After the waiter took their order, Susan scooted closer, right next to Stephen. "Stephen, I know Deb has a potty mouth ... she likes to turn guys on with it ... I'm not good at that. But I would like it if you looked at my tits."

Stephen started coughing on the bread he had nibbled.

She waited until he composed himself and took a glass of water. "I do, I like it when men look at me like that ... my nipples get all hard ... would you make me happy and look for a while?" and she had unbuttoned most of the buttons and was leaning his way, holding her blouse open. The dress had a satin lining and she wasn't wearing a bra.

Stephen stared, checked to be sure no one else could see and stared some more. They were perfect and the nipples were small, but perfect for the orange sized firm breasts.

"Look, they get hard, see how long the nipples get?" and she reached in and pinched and pulled the right one. "Here feel," and she grabbed his hand and reached it into her dress.

Stephen was a virgin; he had never felt a woman's breast before. And this one was heaven. He weighed it, squeezed it, pinched it and pulled it.

"That's nice Stephen, you keep playing with it; that feels good ... I'll make sure we aren't interrupted ... I am married you know."

"I know, I shouldn't be doing this," he said and yet he didn't stop.

She pulled his hand away when the appetizer came, replaced it as soon as the waiter left. 

And he did the same when the main course came. He didn't remember eating again, just like the day before.

By the time they were ready for dessert, she was getting horny. "Stephen, I think you have to stop now... because I am all wet and I'll want you to start sucking my tits soon, and no telling where that will lead." She started buttoning her dress up.

Stephen was disappointed when she did that last button, making him remove his hand.

"It's okay, I'll let you do it again when we go to the Three Brothers ... maybe in the car because the restaurant there is so busy. But no more today, they are too sore, okay?"

Stephen could only nod.

"I like when you do it, but next time we will bring some hand cream, it will be better with lotion."

"Okay," his voice cracked.

He thought it was over as they walked back to his SUV.

"Stephen, would you be a friend and lift my dress so I don't sit on it? My hands are full with the doggy bags."

The blood rushed out his face again and he didn't know what to do.

"It's okay, just reach your hands down to my knees, and run them up my legs ... I don't mind if you feel my legs and my ass."

Stephen thought he would pass out when he bent down. And her skin was so soft, so smooth. He felt every inch of her legs, up and down a few times, and then her hips before he reached back and cupped her ass cheeks. He didn't have a view with the dress all bunched up, but he could see like a blind man.

"Stephen, that's nice ... I like that ... and that's my thong ... I'd let you feel my pussy, it's all wet already, but then I 'm married."

"Oh, yes ... I can feel it is wet."

"No more Stephen, we have to get back and there is a police car coming," as she bent her knees getting her butt away from his hands so she could sit. The police car sped by and didn't notice.

It was three o'clock before he was at his desk again and realized he had to work for a living. He didn't remember signing the receipt, Deb filled out his expense report.

Before leaving at the end of the day Deb walked slowly into Stephen's office. "Stephen?"

"Yes," he looked up from his computer, signing another letter electronically so he could create the .pdf and email it.

"I just have a couple of things ... you received two more really nice emails from clients, I forwarded those on to management; Benton and Welch. And your boss sent a congratulations about saving the accounts. He likes the way you are using your expense account. See? (holding the paper up for him to glance at) He's giving you carte blanche to spend anything you want. I told you he would be happy."

"Oh, what did I spend money on?"

"It wasn't much, just the two lunches."

"Oh, okay."

"And I wanted to ask ... have you liked our lunches?" She walked around and leaned back against his desk like before.

"Yes, but I'm worried about doing things we shouldn't ... someone might see. You are both married and did Susan tell you?"

"Yes she did, she tells me everything ... you are right, we'll try and be more discreet. Do you like looking at us, feeling her titties?"

He nodded yes, slipping into that trance again the way her voice went deeper and slower.

"That's nice ... we like when you look ... and maybe I'll think of other things, where you can look and we don't risk getting caught." Then she reached for his face and planted a kiss on his nose before walking out.

So that became Stephen's life, getting to look at and feel Susan's tits one day and playing peek-a-boo with Deb the next at their lunches. And he was going through lots of tissues back at the Residence Inn, the company's furnished apartment he was staying at until he closed on his new place.

Saturday he met Olivia at five in the morning; it was still totally dark when he started the charcoal fire in the grill just off the beach. It was chilly, but they were dressed warm and Stephen was used to much colder weather.

"So tell me about your Mom back in Seattle."

"Oh, well not a good subject to bring up. She is so controlling, so protective ... I know she loves me and she means well, but I had to get away."

"Controlling, how do you mean, like clean up your mess? Were you still living with her?"

"Yes I was ... and no, I'm a neat freak ... controlling, like deciding what I could wear everyday. I'm twenty eight; she shouldn't get to decide what socks I wear. She still doesn't like how I comb my hair ... I had to mess it up as soon as I was out of the house."

"Wow ... that is bad. I had a little of that when I was a teenager, but it stopped when I turned twelve or thirteen."

"Yeah, like a normal parent would do."

"Why didn't you move out, get your own place?"

"In Seattle? I worked down town; an apartment would have cost me eighty percent of my salary. The house we lived in was my Grandfather's, been in our family since 1910, huge with six bedrooms and only the three of us living there, two now."

"Oh, I see, trapped ... well I'm glad you moved here." As soon as she said it she was worried how he would take it ... and more worried about how she meant it. "You did save all those accounts ... what is it, four now?"

"I guess, still don't get my emails. I can send them, don't receive them though. I don't mind, it keeps me focused and Deb screens everything for me."

"So still no problems with the girls? What about Deb, no problems?"

"No, other than the teasing I pretty much keep working and she or Susan pop in once or twice a day to tell me what I need to know. Both of them behave in the office."

"Oh, that surprises me ... I would have expected Frick and Frack to play some games with your head or something by now. They can be pretty mean. And they can be naughty. Watch out what they talk you into, they can pull you into a trap. I won't deal with them, I only work with Jackie."

"I'll try and watch out for that ... but I have to tell you, I am starting to like it here. Mostly everyone leaves me alone so I can keep my head in the books ... except you and then those are good interruptions ... and the guys all seem to stay to themselves, they must be pretty busy."

"I heard them talking, there's a clique ... they hang out and go out carousing, covering for each other with their wives ... except Dan and Mike ... those two are great guys, good family men, love their wives. But the clique got together and decided to leave you alone, they're worried you are too high profile for corporate, they don't want to risk anything."

"I don't get it, what does that mean?"

"The accounts you have ... pretty much everyone in the office except me has already given them a shot and failed. So the fact that you are the numbers wizard all the way from Seattle has them spooked, they are worried anything you might say will get back to corporate, all the way to the home office."

"I don't know any corporate people, just met a few during the interview process, and still only met our boss once, just that hour."

"I know that, but they don't. I think we should keep them in the dark."

"Yeah, I'm not much for carousing."

"And the girls have left you alone?"

"Not completely, they have been teasing me pretty intensely ... but it doesn't detract from my work."

"Yeah, teasing ... they drove that other guy mad, the one they fired. He was a nice guy, average in most ways, a loner ... he didn't know which way was up by the time they got caught."

"Caught doing what?"

"In the office, right in the middle of the afternoon, they were both on his desk dancing almost naked, letting him feel them up, and the music was almost ninety decibels. They claimed he made them do it to keep their jobs, threatened sexual harassment suits."

"Oh yeah, it wasn't his fault."

"So that's why I've warned you about them. If they start anything at all in the office, warn them and always keep your door open."

"Yeah, I always keep it open."

"Steaks are ready ... ever eat such a nice breakfast with the sun rising and doing that to the sky?"

"No, I have to say this is the most wonderful breakfast I have ever had in my entire life."

"Been trying to get my fiancé to do this with me, he says he will then I can't get him to answer his phone, he always sleeps in. Thank you for sharing it with me."

"It's all my pleasure Olivia. And I have to admit, you really make me feel comfortable here ... I was worried."

"About the other guys, about fitting in?"

"Yes." he couldn't believe she understood, but then she seemed to understand everything. "You know, you're like a sister I never had, some one I could tell anything."

"I know, funny how we fit together like that."

"Yeah, funny ... a good team," and he was distracted by the white puffy clouds changing colors so quickly.

"I'm sending you an invitation to the wedding. It's a year off, but I already put you on my list. You better say you're coming."

"I'm all yours Olivia. You tell me what you want and I will be there."




Devil in the Details Ch. 01



"I knew you'd say that."

"And I already know what I'm getting you for a wedding present; a beach barbecue grill and picnic set. I'll even throw in the first bag of charcoal. So you tell that guy of yours to get his ass out of bed and enjoy this with you, its something he shouldn't miss."

Breakfast was special, and the espresso back in her office was nice too, then they split up not taking a break until three in the afternoon. 

They both came out of their offices yawning and stretching, the only ones in the building all day. It was only natural for them to share a pizza at a little place around the corner.

Olivia's fiancé was in Boston and Stephen had nothing to do, but they both sensed it wouldn't be right to hang out the rest of the night. They went back to their respective places.

Stephen was also happy that he didn't have to wear that wet suit bottom and athletic cup all day, he was getting bruises. He sat in a movie theater alone that night, an action adventure, lots of blood and bullets to take his mind off the two girls teasing him all week.

Sunday Stephen found a car detailing place and had his windows tinted, it was one of those crossover SUVs, a hybrid with great MPG.

Monday morning was wonderful seeing Olivia again for espresso, they talked and didn't get any work done before others started arriving.

The first thing Stephen did was call the two girls into his office. He warned the two of them that they needed to stop teasing him in the office; that it was going to stop because he heard what happened to the other guy that got fired. He said he would still take them out for lunch, but absolutely nothing was to happen in the office.

They agreed, knowing they had already been warned by corporate, they were both on probation.

Stephen was relieved the talk went so well. He tried and couldn't wear the cup that morning, he was too sore. After the meeting he went to the men's room and took off the wet suit bottoms, knowing he would have to put them on before lunch, but able to deal with that and the cup for just the hour, able to take them off when he came back.

After lunch Susan wouldn't let Stephen drive right back, she wanted to show him her ass again. She pulled out a CD from her purse and turned the music up real loud. Then she climbed in the back, started swaying to the beat and put her face in the seat, her ass towards the front and slowly pulled her dress all the way up past her waist.

Stephen thought it was the most incredible ass he had ever seen, but then he only had that brief glimpse of Deb's to compare ... both amazing and this one he got to touch. He wanted to see under the thong, but that was only for her husband, she'd turn around quickly every time he tried to see. So he had to be contented with running his hands up and down that perfect skin, squeezing her butt cheeks.

Back at the office Stephen thought about beating off in the bathroom when he took off the wet suit and cup ... but the risk of the other guys peeking in the cracks of the stall and them teasing him about it was too much to risk. It had to wait until he got home.

Tuesday Deb changed into that swim suit she had told him about, under her blouse and skirt before leaving the office. After lunch she stripped and showed him in his back seat like Susan had done the day before. She made fun of the nip slips and wouldn't let him touch her the way Susan was doing. 

More soiled tissues at home that night.

The days wore on, the teasing incessant.

Thursday Deb came in his office, "Stephen?"

"Yes?" as he looked up and his clicking stopped.

"The Andress Corporation account, they want you to fly to Jacksonville in the morning. They want you to straighten out the mess in the afternoon and weekend, stay until it's fixed."

"Andress? Do I know them?"

"Yep, you did their books last week, another one you saved."

"Oh, but why can't they send me the ledgers, I can do everything from here, I never go out."

"I don't know, management emailed about it, they want you to go. I already have the tickets, Susan is coming with us."

"Susan? Us? Why do you two need to go? What can you do?"

"It's right here in the email, two administrative assistants," and she handed him the paper.

"Oh, corporate ... okay, guess you two can keep the clients busy while I work. Funny, I don't remember their books."

"Probably a different division ... The car is picking us up at your place to take us to the airport at six, we'll leave our cars there ... will you have a problem? Do I need to call you or anything to make sure you are up?"

"No, I'm usually awake by five thirty, I'll be ready."

That night before leaving he saw Olivia was still in her office, "Leaving soon? We can walk out together?"

"Yes I am ... getting hungry."

"Me too, I was thinking about sushi. They have incredible sushi bars in Seattle, guess I miss that."

"I love sushi, where were you going? I know a place."

"Okay ... we have to eat ... no law about eating at the same place. Will it bother your fiancé?"

"No, I won't tell him ... I get the feeling he wouldn't understand about our friendship."

"Not a problem for me, I won't say anything. Did you hear about tomorrow morning, I'm flying out for the weekend?"

"Really? Back to Seattle?"

"No, just found out about it, the Andress Corp. account. I have an afternoon appointment in Jacksonville."

"Really? I thought you haven't started that one yet? It's a big mess."

"I don't know, just got an email from corporate, have to follow orders."

"Stephen if you save this one, you are definitely going to get noticed."

"I don't want to get noticed, I just want to do my job. I don't understand why they can't just send me the books. I was going to ask if you wanted to do breakfast again Saturday, I was going to buy shrimp, the big jumbo prawns to barbecue."

"Oh that sounds nice ... guess it will have to wait for the next Saturday."

"Yeah, next Saturday then."

He followed her car to the restaurant and it was crowded.

"I shouldn't confess this, but back in Seattle, my first week on the job the guys took me out for lunch. It was the first time I had sushi and sashimi. I didn't know how to use the chopsticks and I took the longest time with the salad ... had to use my fingers. And then when the soup came out the guys all waited and one of them tried to tell me how to use the chopsticks to eat the soup. They were all laughing ... it was a few minutes of my fumbling around before they allowed the waitress to serve the spoons. After that it was sort of a contest to see who could play the biggest joke on Stephen."

"So what about your boss, how did he react to it? Didn't he try and stop it?"

"That was a sexist comment."

"What do you mean?" she giggled a little.

"You assumed my boss was a male."

"Oh, guess I did ... so I'm a sexist, I like sex," she laughed with him.

"The answer is no, my boss laughed the loudest. It was like they were pleasing him when they did it. I had double the work load of anyone else, the happiest clients and knew I would never get a raise or promotion."

"Well that is not the case here ... to let you in on a secret, our boss already put in for a raise and bonus for you, you're going to be happy."

"So how do you know this inside stuff? Is it because of your fiancé?"

"That's what every one assumes ... no, he confides in me on everything, always has ... even before I met my fiancé. He says I have an insight he needs, promising to give me his job when he gets promoted or retires."

"Well, if you want my opinion I think you get your way because of your looks ... I've seen you bat your eyes at the janitor, I know why your floors are the cleanest."

"Stephen!"

"Admit it! There is never any dust on your desk."

She was laughing too hard to answer him, finally responded, "We have a cleaning service idiot, they come late at night and I don't know any of them."

"So what do you do, hang your soiled panties on the back of your chair?"

"Stephen! ... just stop that, I can't get my chopsticks to work now."

"Yeah, that's what he said."

Olivia had a difficult time eating. He kept the barbs flying no matter what subject she tried.

Stephen never felt so relaxed at a meal, with another person. He had never been funny before. He hoped it wasn't the last time. "So after sushi tonight ... there is a movie I wanted to see, the new Mathew Conaghey and Kate Hudson one ... no law about us going to the same movie separately, and if we happened to sit next to each other and share a popcorn ... no harm in that is there?" As soon as he said it Stephen realized it was the first time he had asked a girl to go out, but then he dismissed it since it wasn't really a date, she was engaged and they were just friends.

"I was planning on seeing that movie this weekend with my fiancé, but then he cancelled, said he has to be in New York. Yeah, we can go separately ... I like a little butter on my popcorn."

"Yeah, me too ... funny if we should see each other there ... separately."

"Yeah, funny."

As they walked out to their vehicles Stephen was thinking sushi was nice, not like Seattle, but the company was pleasant, easy on the eyes. 

And guess who should run into each other at the cinema? It was almost as good as Ten Ways ... but not quite. A couple times Olivia slapped Stephens arm when she was laughing, but friends do that.

They parted with a hug by the seats at the end of the movie. They were worried someone would see them together.

The flight to Jacksonville was a pain ... all the security and waiting. The meeting at the account was strange. Stephen locked himself in a conference room with all of last year's ledgers and had the girls wait outside, bring him coffee and meals, but otherwise leave him alone. He had them run a few errands to retrieve original documents which made them not look completely useless. They didn't really speak until they were in the rental car on the way to the hotel.

"Stephen, how long are we going to be here? Do we need to stay part of next week?" asked Deb.

"No ... a few more hours in the morning, we could fly back tomorrow afternoon."

"I've checked, there aren't any seats until late Sunday. So do you need us to do anything different tomorrow?"

"No ... in fact I don't need you. You can stay at the hotel. I've arranged for security to let me into the factory, I have the car so you girls are free to work on your tans."

"That's great, no one knows us here, and we'll be able to take in the sights, maybe a tour."

It turned out the girls had plans for the rest of the time there. Stephen never saw them again after getting the hotel keys. He had a deluxe suite on the twelfth floor and they shared a standard room on the sixth. They didn't tell him the number.

The following day Stephen put the account information all together, called Olivia, knowing she would be at the office.

"Hey Traveler."

"Olivia, it's nice to hear your voice ... think I have straightened most of this out, but the strategic stuff, would you mind helping me?"

"Sure, love to, do I get 'atta girls'?"

"Yep, sure do, seven 'atta girls', more if you find what I suspect is wrong ... can't put a handle on it."

"So was it worth the trip?"

"Yes, seeing the originals opened up a can of worms, several cans in fact. I was able to cross check contracts from service companies ... just one of the problems I wouldn't have caught that without being here, three different divisions all paying the same invoice, corporate was right about sending me. I already emailed you the ledgers."

"I see ... okay, give me an hour, I'll call you back. And Monday ... after you get back? We need to talk. I found some things you will be interested in. Your email access works now ... but its other stuff I have to show you."

"Sure, Monday ... at the end of the day?"

"Yeah, it can wait until then.

Olivia plowed through the Andress Corp. ledgers and had insight into what Stephen didn't understand, together they wrote the documents to get the factory back on track and Stephen insisted they both sign the document. It was three in the afternoon before all was wrapped up.

Stephen headed back to the hotel and couldn't find the girls. He looked everywhere. He had the rest of that day and most of Sunday to look, no girls until it was time to drive to the airport. Stephen was relieved and worried at the same time. He wanted to be teased some more, hoping Deb would finally let him feel something, but then they were married and he was thankful they didn't.

Monday morning espresso was nice, comforting and the way Olivia's face beamed when he walked in let him know everything was right with the world. 

Olivia was happy to hear the girls had disappeared the whole weekend. She didn't want to talk to Stephen yet about what she found out, not until the end of the day when they had more time.

She was wearing a brooch on her starched white blouse from her Grandmother that Stephen found fascinating. He took his glasses off to study it up close. It was honeysuckle flowers made out of some kind of metal, gold plated with lots of little wires ... beautiful and Olivia was really pleased he noticed. It was very special to her, her fiancé didn't like it.

At lunch Susan knocked on Stephen's door, she walked to his desk and whispered, "Deb and I have been talking, we think we should leave separately for lunch from now on ... so give me your keys and I'll wait in your SUV."

"Yes, I never thought about that, people seeing us leave together," and he gave her the keys.

Stephen went into the bathroom to change. It had been four days and his bruises were not as sore from the cup. He was looking forward to this since it was Susan's turn and he wanted to play with her nipples.

He opened the door to the SUV and was shocked.

"Surprise!" they both said in unison. And they were both stripped down to bikini's, looking so delicious since they had obviously had some sun over the weekend.

Deb explained, "Stephen, we felt bad that we neglected you all weekend, so we ordered a picnic lunch for three from Armando's. We just have to drive there and pick it up ... and then we know where there are tables in a park, secluded and no one around. We even brought a boom box."

"Oh!" was all he could say, his voice caught in his throat, his heart was pounding knowing this was going to be a hell of a tease. Susan was better for touching, Deb for seeing ... he gets both today.

His heart was pattering as he followed their instructions to Armando's and then on to a large park. They drove in the entrance and he noticed the sign, 'camping allowed overnight for a fee, stop in the ranger station'. They drove by just two active campsites, the occupants appeared to be all down by the river fishing.

"We're going all the way to the back, like a mile back this road, no one will even hear our music even if we turn it all the way up." and while Deb was talking, she had her first nip slip ... not a problem since Stephen was driving so slow and she was there to grab the wheel, reaching in, up close, the open nipple just inches from his face. "Oh, Stephen, you are naughty ... keep your eyes on the road," she was using that deep sexy voice and giggling.

The girls told him to park with the SUV on the road side of the picnic table, a little safer, hiding from anyone that might happen to drive by.

They unloaded the food and Susan kept walking by, letting Stephen fondle her body while she dished out the plates. Stephen didn't know it was enough for a dozen people, he didn't notice the food.

Then Deb put a new CD into the player ... the thumping base was so erotic, Deb jumped on the table and danced, giving him peeks while Susan stood right in front of him and bent all the way over, her ass right in his face, swaying back and forth to the music. And the lyrics were so bad, using words like 'fuck' and 'pussy', he never heard songs like that before.

Susan finally stood when he touched her cunt one too many times. She turned around and put a pouty look on her face then took off her top. She reached across the table and Stephen had those naked tits right there. He reached for them, but Deb was behind, breathing in his ear, "No, lotion on your hands remember?"

Stephen turned and Deb was kneeling over. She slapped her butt a couple times real hard and then reached between her legs, running her fingers along her lips, covered by that thin strip of cloth. 

Susan grabbed his hands and applied way too much lotion ... then she placed his hands on her tits. He couldn't help the moans that came out of his mouth ... and then Deb stole his attention when she slipped her hands under her top and was pinching, kneading, pulling on her tits.

"Oh!" he moaned again, this time almost ready to pass out with no blood in his head, the pain in his crotch, and forgetting to breathe.

Stephen had ten minutes or more to rub all that lotion in, his attention going back and forth between the girls, then Susan grabbed his hands again soaking them with more lotion. She spun around and he grabbed her ass. The times he slid his fingers over her wet lips she moaned, but either Deb or Susan, one of them slapped him and he stopped ... for a minute or two, then tried again, getting slapped again.

And then the CD ended and the girls stood up and started packing everything away.

Stephen was in a trance, a zombie hoping to get more as the girls walked by, this time Deb purposely walked close and she let him put his hands on her ass. She stopped for a second and smiled, "Oh!" he moaned again.

They got him in the driver's seat and made him start driving back. They changed in the back seat, he was treated to a sight of bare pussy for the first time ever ... but got slapped when he tried to turn his head back to look.

"You can watch in the mirror, that's all!"

The show was over all too soon, Susan taking the longest to put away her tits, a small pout on her face.



Devil in the Details Ch. 02



© 2008 Rob Carver Devil in the Details

(This is Chapter 02 of 'Devil in the Details'. This story will not make sense unless you read Chapter 01.)

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Driving back into the office parking lot the girls directed him to Deb's minivan so she could unload the huge amount of food leftover. 

Stephen sat in his SUV for another ten minutes before his legs were strong enough to walk inside. He went right into the Men's room and took off the cup and wet suit bottom. He had to sit there on the toilet for another ten minutes before it was safe to walk to his office.

His email beeped and realized it was three o'clock before the cloud cleared. His boss heard from the Andress Corp. account, there were a bunch of superlative words like 'genius', 'magician', and others. He wasn't yet able to focus so he didn't read the whole thing, just knew they were very pleased and apparently he and Olivia had pulled the account back from the precipice.

He didn't want the attention, wished he could do stuff without the recognition … he opened a new account's ledgers and dove into his number crunching. Hours passed while his fingers clicked away.

When Stephen looked up Olivia was in his office, it was dark outside. "Hi," he said, happy to see her beaming smile.

"Congratulations."

"Oh, congratulations to you too … it wouldn't have worked without your help, I'm sure your effort was at least half the answer there, long term it's ninety percent."

"That's kind of you to say."

"Not trying to be kind, it's true … I don't see the things you do, the strategic stuff. They could have gotten all the dimes and nickels accounted for and yet would still be losing money."

"Perhaps … but I have some things to talk to you about. Do you have time?"

"Yes, just a second … okay, I'll pick this up tomorrow."

"Is your email working alright now?"

"Yes, why?"

"I told you the girls were naughty … they have been playing you."

"They have been teasing me like crazy, today was intense personified."

"I've guessed that … but there is more, I know their motivation behind the teasing. Come with me to my office and I'll show you. I arranged to get system master privileges to show you this." She turned and walked the five doors to hers, Stephen following close behind.

Stephen wondered if this was a good time to do this. The earlier teasing had his libido in a heightened state and he was smelling things, her perfume, and the crack in her voice, the way her haired flowed from one side to the other like in those hair commercials on TV. His senses were too keen to all of her beauty. This meeting wasn't about their friendly relationship; he shouldn't be feeling these things. He knew it must be because of what the girls were doing to him at lunch. Yeah, they were driving him crazy.

He stood beside her chair while she brought up the screen.

"Stephen, have you looked at your expense account folders?"

"No, haven't seen them. Deb is handling the paper work for me. The girls are taking me to different restaurants to show me where to take clients … I know it's probably the wrong thing to do, but it's not illegal, and management doesn't seem to mind."

"Okay, let me show you … these were not employee lunches, we have a strict policy of twenty dollars per person when you do that. That's why we usually just order pizza delivery. Have you seen these? The smallest one is a hundred and thirty."  

"No, really?" and he bent over to look.

"Yep, all your account names are listed as the clients, up to five guests plus your assistant. Have you ever taken five guests?"

"No, just the two of us, except three today, we did a picnic today."

"Let's look at today, I haven't seen that one … oh, wow, three hundred twenty … ten guests from the Burke account."

"Three hundred dollars for a picnic? There was a lot of food left over, but three hundred? I could have bought a picnic table, the grill, and the food for that much."

"I'm guessing one of them is feeding a party tonight or tomorrow. And what about the gifts?"

"Gifts?"

"Yes, the two Kitchen Aide mixers at three hundred each and the bedding for four hundred."

"There have been no gifts, it must be a mistake."

"Right … so Andress, Burke and Benton didn't receive these?"

"No, I would never do that, we are not a bank; we don't give out toasters for opening accounts. That goes against every thing I know about business."

"Stephen, the girls went shopping with your credit card. Where is it?"

"I don't know, Deb has it I guess. I've actually never seen it."

"They are not supposed to touch your card, ever. And the trip to Jacksonville, the girls had a wedding to go to, I'm guessing the bedding was the wedding gift from both of them … they were bride's maids, I know because I can read their email. Did you see the girls while you were there? Did they work with you on Saturday?"

"No, they disappeared from Friday night to Sunday night."

"The trip was their idea, they wrote emails to management from you explaining that you needed to go there and straighten the mess out. It was those emails from you that said you needed to bring along two administrative assistants. It's why Deb stopped IT from fixing your access to your email, I checked."

"So all this has been a series of scams?"

"You can't say I didn't warn you … but then I never thought they would go this far. With the trip and gifts, not including the meals, this adds to over six thousand dollars in two weeks."

"Wow … so we need to fire them."

"Not so fast, you need to read the emails they have sent to management. The ones you sent and didn't know about. You have been praising their work; you used words like amazing competence, professional attitude, and suffering long hours without compensation to solve these problems. And management has been very responsive. So if you now fire them, our bosses will think you are some kind of nut, a genius but a flake. They'll just use your talent and never promote you. Right now they think you can walk on water. You have saved the company millions, maybe twenty million in revenues they would have lost without your work. And all good managers praise their employees, try to give them credit for their work like these emails do."

"So you're saying I'm trapped?"

"Let's look at our options … we could just fire them and they might have copies of these emails and they might claim you did all this to get rid of them, suing the company and you personally, sexual harassment or some other garbage … or we could take away the credit card and have a stern talking to them, hold this over their heads so they start behaving, fire them if they try anything else. We can monitor their email and keep a close watch on your expense reports. You are going to have to start taking clients out so there won't be a huge swing in your spending. It wouldn't look right to go from eight thousand dollars in the first two weeks to nothing the next … we'll have to taper that off to something reasonable. And that will match your case load; the difficult clients you saved will be going into a maintenance mode."

"That makes sense."

"So tell me what they have been doing to get you to take them to lunch every day."

"I shouldn't tell you … its sexual stuff."

"No, come on, I want to hear. I haven't heard a juicy story since they did it to the other guy. I took him to a bar after the company fired him, he told me everything."

"But I'm feeling embarrassed." Stephen sat in the chair next to her desk. He tried not to look at her legs crossed just a foot away.

"Tell me about the first time, the Oyster Bar … who was that Susan or Deb?"

"Deb, she went in the bathroom and changed, put on a see-through top, cut really low, took off her bra and folded her skirt over a couple times … lots of leg."

"Yeah, she has an amazing body … so that's it, just the show?"

"Her mouth is pretty bad, saying she liked me looking at her tits, sorry. (He looked up to see if Olivia was offended, she wasn't) And Deb flipped up her skirt, in front and once behind."

"Let me guess, she was wearing a thong."

Stephen nodded his head yes. They were making eye contact and he could see she was excited about his stories. Looking at her face kept his mind off her legs.

"So tell me about Susan, the first time with her, the Showboat."

"Her mouth wasn't as bad … but as soon as we sat down she opened her dress down to her waist, showed me and then grabbed my hand and held my hand to her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra."

"She never does … and she did this right there in the restaurant? Did any one see?"

"I'm sure the waiter caught us once or twice, he didn't say anything, and the place was mostly empty."

"So that was it, just feeling her breast?"

"Almost … and then getting in my SUV she asked me to lift up her dress, it was linen, she didn't want to get it wrinkled."

"Yeah I remember that dress, too dressy for work … So you had your hands on her ass?"

He nodded yes again.

"Stephen, you should have just gone to a strip club, they do all that there. Did you do anything more than that?"

"No not really."

"Did they jerk you off or give you a blow job?"

"No." Stephen was shocked those words could come out of her mouth.

"Never?"

"They never touched me … I was wearing protection."

"Stephen, why would you be wearing a condom?"

"No, not that kind. I didn't want to get embarrassed, I was wearing an athletic cup and wet suit pants under my suit … it was painful." He was worried she might think he was nuts.

"So you put on the cup and wet suit every day before lunch?"

"I wouldn't want them to see me aroused."

"Wow."

"Yeah tell me about it." He wished she knew how painful it had been.

"So you were afraid to show that to them?" she asked pointing to his tented pants.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry!" he blushed bright red and started standing up to leave.

She grabbed his arm and made him sit back down, "No, don't worry, I got hot hearing the story too, it's natural, you should get like that."

"Really, like you aren't mad at me?"

"No … really … so don't worry, I've seen you aroused now, so finish the story so we can go find the credit card."

"Not much else to tell, Susan would let me touch her and Deb was always doing the peek-a-boo and dirty mouth … until today. Today they ganged up on me for the picnic and Deb let me feel her ass for a few seconds. And they changed in the back of my SUV; I saw them naked in my mirror."

"I'm guessing you are not very experienced … a virgin?"

He couldn't look her in the eyes but nodded yes.

"Yeah, I guessed it, same with the guy that got fired. We need to find you a nice woman, take care of that … and you have to promise to tell me when you do it for the first time, I can give you pointers."

"Really? You would want me to talk about sexual stuff?"

"Yes, I told you, this is making me hot, just like you … only you can't tell like I can."

"Oh." But he really didn't understand.

"So let's go find your credit card and plan what we are going to say to the girls."

"We? You're going to do this with me?" He followed her out of her office.

"Yeah, Deb can be mean and belligerent; you wouldn't have a chance doing it alone. And turn off some of the lights; I wouldn't want anyone to see you walking around here aroused like that."

"But no one is here."

"At night you can see in the windows pretty clearly; it's why I close my blinds when it gets dark out, especially that side of the building where the road goes by."

They started going through Deb's desk, the center drawer was locked and his credit card wasn't anywhere else.

"Stephen, we need a key, I don't have one."

"No, we just need a screw driver; the desks are cheap particle board."

"I know where one is, come with me." She held his hand as they walked down the long dark hallway to the Janitor's closet. 

Stephen never walked holding a woman's hand before … he wondered what it meant … maybe she was just scared of the dark.

Olivia opened the door and stepped inside, into the total darkness … pulling Stephen with her. She let go of his hand and was fumbling looking for the light switch … she bumped into him, "Stephen?"

"Yes?" he wondered why she did that; the light switch would be higher.

"I'm sorry … oops, there I did it again … I'm not doing that on purpose … it probably isn't helping it go down," she stopped searching while she was talking into the blackness.

"I don't mind, you can bump into it as much as you want."

"Yeah, you wish I could … ooo, I did it again."

"Yeah, that was nice."

"Stephen, stop it, we're here in the dark."

"I know, but they were teasing me intensely today."

"You should have taken care of that in the bathroom when you came back."

"Afraid of getting caught, the doors on the stalls have wide cracks."

"Oh … well I wish I could help you … but I'm engaged."

"I know, luckiest guy on the planet."

"Thank you, that was sweet … you know if I wasn't already engaged, I would go out with you."

"Really?"

"Yes I would … oh … sorry."

"Oh, sorry."

"Stephen, that was my breast … you did that on purpose."

"So did you."

"No I didn't."

"Why are we still in the dark? Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes, No! Stephen, we are looking for the light switch and it isn't up there."

She found the switch, pondered whether to turn it on while his hand was still on her breast … she had to … and they looked at each other when the lights came on.

"Stephen?"

"What?"

"It's so big!"

"You did that, you said it was okay not to get embarrassed."

"No, you should be proud … I never knew … wow, you are testing my resolve. Here is a screw driver, will this open the drawer?"

"Yes." But he didn't want to go back, he wanted to turn off the light and stay there.

"Okay, go outside before I turn off the light … I don't want to run into that."

"Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, I'm flattered."

They walked back to the desk and took a team effort to get the drawer open. The problem occurred when he was standing using the weight of his whole body to lean down on the screw driver while she was leaned over to see the lock tab, the metal strip holding the drawer closed, and pulling hard. He just happened to lean his worsted wool suit pants into her brooch. The drawer came open, they found his credit card, and they were stuck.

"Stephen?"

"What happened?"

"Your pants are stuck to my brooch."

"Don't move … your precious brooch, we don't want to break it."

"I know, what are we going to do?"

"See if you can unfasten it from your blouse. If you can, I'll go in my office and release it from my pants material."

"But it's stuck on both sides, I can't get my fingers under without breaking it. Please, it was my Grandmother's the only thing I have from her."

"Can you find a way to get those tiny wires out of my pants on one side?"

"No, I'm not good with small things like that."

"That makes sense, too bad it's not a strategic brooch."

"Stephen, this is not a time to be funny," but she was laughing too. "So what are we going to do?"

"I guess I have to take my pants off. It's okay; I can slip into the wet suit bottoms."

"No don't you dare, you've had enough pain for one day. I'll be okay as long as you keep your shirt over it … but we need to go into my office, I don't want to do this out here. The cleaning crew is coming soon."

"No, we have to take my pants off out here; it will put the brooch at too much risk to have you walking on your knees all the way down to your office. It'll be okay, the main lights are off in here."

"Alright, but be quick."

"You'll have to go lower for me to get them down my legs."

They struggled, had to take his shoes off, but were successful when he leaned back on top of the desk. 

Olivia bumped into him a few more times, keeping him living large. As soon as she had his pants in hand she hurried down to her office. There she sat in her desk chair after pulling the side chair closer.

Stephen was right behind carrying his shoes. 

"Stephen, I feel so bad … do you want to go in the men's room and take care of that first."

"No, this shouldn't take long … maybe it will subside if I concentrate on little things."

"Yeah, that's my problem right now."

They laughed, and then he countered, "So that must be painful, do you want to go to the ladies room first?"

"Can't … I'm really vocal."

"That's okay, I'll get the stall beside yours, you scream and I'll spray."

"Stephen!" she feigned objection, unable to stop laughing.

The humor wasn't helping either one of their conditions.

He had to splay his legs straddling her to get close enough. He took off his glasses to see close. "Do you have tweezers or a paperclip? I need something to grab the fibers." He was breathing right in her face.

Olivia was breathing faster, his hands were on her chest, not doing anything on purpose … but it was close and she was already excited by what happened in the Janitor's closet and after. "Oh, tweezers, yes I think so." She reached down for her purse and could feel his hands brush over her breast.

"Sorry."

"That's okay; I know that wasn't on purpose, like in the closet."

"That was an accident."

"Sure it was."

"I was looking for the light."

"That was one of my headlights, not the wall switch."

"Oh, so that's why it didn't get brighter when I flipped the toggle up and down."

"Stephen!" laughing some more.

"Don't blame me, you started it. This is really difficult, the wires are so small."

"Stephen, that brooch is so important to me … more important than my engagement, I have to take off the blouse, I have a bra on underneath … it doesn't show anything. I can't have your hands on my chest like that any more."

"Would it help if you leaned on my lap … to even it up?"

"Stephen! (laughing some more) … Stop … and I know where there's a magnifying glass. Jackie has that and one of those eye glass kits, the small screw drivers."

"That will help, I'll get it. But don't think you're going to get screwed with something that small."

She had to bury her face in her hands she was laughing so much.

Stephen left the office, still tenting but not as large as before. His shirt hung down over his boxers He found the magnifying glass and the tool kit. When he returned, his pecker rose to attention once again. The bra was just a comfortable one, not like Deb's bikini, but there was something so sexy about Olivia without her blouse on.

"Close your mouth and thank you again for the flattery, now bring those things over here and help me, I'm getting upset, I don't want to break this."

"Sorry."

"Stop saying that."

"Sure, sorry." 

"This isn't funny."

"We make quite a team don't we, you wear the bottom half and I wear the top half. We could save a lot of money on suits."

She couldn't help but laugh, couldn't stop shaking it was too funny.

"Here, let me try that Barney Fife."

"You're one to talk, are you going to run a flag up that pole?"

They both were laughing too hard to continue.

She stood and walked to her credenza, "Want a drink? It will steady your nerves. I have some whisky; the boss likes it when he comes to visit."

"Sure … have a flag I can borrow too?"

"Stephen! (bending over holding her aching sides) I never thought you would be so funny." her knees went weak it was so hilarious to her. She handed him his whisky straight up.




Devil in the Details Ch. 02



"Funny? You haven't seen me break dance. In this condition I could stick it in the ground and spin for hours."

Olivia spilled some of the drink she was laughing so hard. When she caught her breath she countered, "Or you could lie on your back and I could toss some horse shoes."

"Horse shoes? I was hoping you would say elephant shoes."

Olivia's face turned bright red laughing so hard, tears coming to her eyes.

"Are those tears for the brooch or my condition?"

"Stephen! Stop it now, we will never get out of here." she needed tissues to wipe her face. They both were drinking the whisky a little too fast.

"I'm here with a half naked beautiful woman and you think I want to go home?"

"Cut it out or I will take you home with me."

"Why, need an extra towel hook?"

Olivia fell to the floor laughing, holding her stomach and sides, needing more tissues for the tears.

"Or do you have a dog, bringing him a bone?"

She was having a hard time breathing rolling around laughing. She put her hands over her ears so she couldn't hear any more. After a few minutes she calmed down a little in between uncontrollable bursts of laughter she tried to stand up.

"Boy that whisky works fast, your blouse is over here you lush!"

When she could breathe enough to say it, "Stop pointing that weapon at me, it's liable to go off!"

"What? This howitzer? You think just looking at it will make it go off? No, you have to pull the trigger … come here, I'll show you."

"Stephen!"

"No seriously, come on … here's your brooch." He held it up, nothing hanging onto it.

"Really? Is it broken?"

"What my Howitzer or your brooch? The brooch is fine, wish I could say the same for my big gun."

Olivia could barely see through the tears and her sides hurt too much. She walked closer and took the small ornament, studying it, still shaking from the hilarity.

He leaned in close to look with her, "That little wire is bent, but I think it's supposed to be."

"Yes, its perfect … Stephen thank you so much!" She put her arms around him and hugged, then they kissed … she sat on his lap and then did it again … a small one first, then a deep one … they were both desperate, tongues were wrestling and breathing was difficult … it was magic, fire works were going off … or was that multiple photo flashes?

Stephen opened his eyes to see, "Deb! Susan! What are you doing here?" 

"Taking pictures!"

"No! Give me that!" Demanded Stephen and he rose out of the chair. Olivia was quick to find her feet, but kept her body in front of him.

"Snap/Flash."

"Nice, no pants!" said Susan.

Stephen sat back down; glad they hadn't yet noticed his embarrassment, wishing it would go away. But seeing the girls like this, wearing jeans and tight tops brought back memories of the intensity of his lunch hour. He could see their nipples poking through their tops; the two of them together was soft porn.

Olivia tried to take control, not getting up afraid of revealing what was barely covered by his shirt. "Deb, Susan, we know everything. I know about all the teasing, we know about the kitchen aide mixers, the bedding gift for the wedding where you were bridesmaids, how you arranged that trip for your own plans, and the extra food from Armando's. We could call the cops and you would go to jail. So give me the camera."

"How about we tell your fiancé? What would he say about this?" Deb was showing her belligerent side.

"Why are you here? What are you doing in the office so late?" Stephen demanded.

Susan walked over to Olivia's vertical blinds, "You need to turn these blinds the other way, we could see in here when we were driving by. We both live less than half a mile that direction. If we hadn't stopped in you two would have had the highway blocked, it would be on the news," She turned the blinds the other direction.

"Well if you looked in the window then you only saw that my brooch was stuck nothing was going on."

"Right and that explains why we snapped four photos before you broke that kiss," said a confrontational Deb. "We saw you from out there without your blouse on and you were rolling around on the floor. What were you doing down there? What were you showing him?"

"Not my ass and tits like you two. I was laughing, Stephen was funny."

"I don't believe it, he has never been funny."

"You don't know him. My sides are sore from laughing so much."

"So what was so funny?"

Olivia was worried about telling the truth, "He called me Barney Fife … and we have been drinking."

"Who is Barney Fife? And hope you don't mind sharing." She poured two stiff ones for her and Susan, then refilled Stephen's and Olivia's.

"Barnie Fife is the nervous guy on Mayberry RFD, Don Knotts … he was on Three's Company … I was shaking when we were trying to remove the material from the little wires, see?" Olivia held up the brooch. "So give me the camera."

"No, we're negotiating … so how do we know you won't turn us into the cops?" demanded Deb.

"We took the credit card from your desk. It is going to stop right now; you will not be charging anything or going to any more meals on the company."

Deb fired back, "The meals weren't illegal; he got his money's worth."

"So you think teasing a man half to death is worth two thousand dollars?"

"Yeah, guys like him spend money like that at strip clubs all the time."

"Not guys like him; you don't know who he is. I'll bet he has never been to a strip club."

"No, probably not, but we know he likes our tits and asses." and the girls gave each other high fives. Then they refilled their empty glasses.

"Okay but the scheming to go to Jacksonville for that wedding was a felony. The wedding gift and kitchen aide mixers adds to the crime."

"Right … and how would your fiancé like it if he saw you here in your underwear kissing Stephen?"

"How would your husbands like to know what you have been doing on your lunches? You have more to lose than I do." Olivia thought about her fiancé, she hadn't seen him in three weeks, surprised she didn't miss him more.

Stephen was just sitting there in his boxers and Olivia was still perched on his lap. He couldn't get dressed, they would find out. He was glad Olivia didn't put her blouse back on. And sitting there he wanted to add to the conversation but couldn't get over the fact that the most beautiful girl on the planet was in trouble for kissing him and she was sitting on his erection wearing only a bra.

"Okay, so there is some reason you have not just picked up the phone and called the cops, what is it?" Deb demanded.

"This type behavior of yours will never happen again … and it does not help us if you end up in jail. Stephen has just started here and it would look bad to admit all this malfeasance in just his first two weeks."

"Okay, but I'm not giving you the photos … We have to be sure you don't go to the cops. It's our only protection. You may change your mind."

"That's not fair, you have been so bad, felonious even … all we did was kiss. And okay, we will admit his trip to Jacksonville was helpful. Stephen found things that would have remained hidden from a normal audit."

"Yeah, and you were kissing in your underwear."

"I explained that … the brooch was stuck on his pants. It happened when we were breaking into your desk."

"Did you break my desk?"

"No, but it's not locked right now, we just took the credit card."

Deb rushed to her desk and checked to be sure nothing else was missing, and then locked it back up. She returned quickly.

Olivia continued, "Okay, we're stuck right now … we're worried because you can copy the photos, if you leave this office with the camera we will have those photos hanging above our heads the rest of our lives. They might show up on the internet or something."

"Yeah well you could always call my husband and tell him what we have done. Susan may toss men out like old trash, a new husband every year, but I intend to keep mine."

Olivia didn't want her to have that camera, "But photos would not be the same as a phone call, you could just deny it … How about a compromise, you lose the photos and we both only have phone calls, no proof. I won't call and you won't call. And you can keep the mixers and not pay for the bedding. I'll even pay for that throw away camera … I'll bet you bought that tonight, at the pharmacy and rushed back her to catch us."

Susan and Deb looked at each other, they were guilty. 

Deb responded to her offer, "No deal, I keep the pictures. If I didn't have the photos then you could still call the cops and we wouldn't have any leverage, just the accusations of bitter ex-employees … I have a better idea, you take photos of us teasing Stephen and then we both have proof. I won't use it and neither will you."

Stephen leaned over and whispered in Olivia's ear, "We need to talk."

Olivia didn't know why, but trusted him, "Girls, I need to talk to Stephen … to decide … so just to make sure we are clear, you tease Stephen and I take photos to even this up?"

They looked at each other and Deb answered, "That's the offer … that way no one has to worry."

The girls downed the rest of their whisky and walked out. 

Outside the door Susan whispered to Deb, "Deb, they got us over a barrel, we need to count our blessings and run."

"Maybe Susan, but I want to have some more fun … its boy's night out, we always have fun tonight. The guys will come home really drunk, really late and we won't get any."

"I can tell you're feeling randy … your nipples always get pointy like that when you're horny," as she pinched her nips.

And inside the office Stephen was worried, "Olivia … I want to run down and put on the wet suit and cup." He finished the rest of his drink.

Olivia finished hers too, "No, these girls need to learn some respect. Just stay in your seat and stay covered with your shirt … and keep this in your shorts. Besides they would see your condition with you running down the hall."

"I wish you wouldn't pat it like that … it's not a puppy."

"Yeah, more like a python. Oh … sorry," and she patted it once more.

"Okay girls!"

Stephen didn't think this was a good idea; he tried to adjust it, tuck it under the waist band of his boxers … it helped.

"We've talked it over … photos of the same kind of teasing at the picnic today, everything you did." Olivia had taken the liberty to demand that … she couldn't get the description out of her head, 'intense teasing', and with the whisky making decisions now, she wanted to see what that meant.

Susan turned to Deb, "Do you have lotion?"

Olivia was trying to be helpful, "Lotion? I have some in that drawer, under the tissue box." 

Susan went for the hand cream.

Deb opened her purse and found the special CD they had used earlier and loaded it in Olivia's player. "I bought this CD on-line. It's what they play at strip clubs."

"Oh," said Stephen, his pecker throbbing already.

The girls peeled out of their jeans throwing them on the desk with Stephen's pants and Olivia's blouse then walked over behind the desk. Deb left her high heels on.

Susan made a suggestion, "We need Stephen's chair in that corner to give us some room. You can stand here Olivia … with the camera."

Olivia stood up and grabbed the camera from Susan. She was getting hotter seeing all the naked flesh, specifically the naked asses of the girls in their thongs. She wasn't normally turned on by women, but this situation was starting to overwhelm her.

Stephen quickly stood and turned at the same time so he wouldn't be revealing anything, sat immediately sticking his butt deep in the seat and holding his shirt out. He could feel his erection bobbing every time he looked at the girls. He wished it would stay tight against his abs, hidden by the shirt.

The walls and floor started vibrating to the thump, thump of the heavy base. Deb had the look of lust on her face, "Watch closely Olivia, I'm going to show you how to make him spontaneously combust. Watch his face, it gets redder first then white. He gets a little bead of sweat here on his lip."

The two girls started to sway back and forth. Deb and Susan were paying more attention to each other than they were Stephen … he was okay with that, still getting a show. And he had seen this before, done it before.

The girls kept swaying, the music was sensual and thumping, every one was getting hot. The smiles were replaced with nervousness.

Deb was a little uncertain, "I'm not wearing anything under my top."

Susan had the answer, "That's okay, neither am I … and you had your tits hanging out enough when you were on the picnic table … on the ride back you were completely naked."

"Susan, you didn't have to tell Olivia that."

"Why not? Stephen was there, he would have told her."

"I already knew that Deb," responded Olivia. She didn't want them to hold back. She had been expecting a few poses, not the complete re-enactment, but happy to hear this music and watch.

Deb was still nervous, "Okay … but I'm not taking off my top while she still has on her skirt … at least she could take off her skirt … and the slip too."

Susan acted the broker, "What about it? You won't be showing anything." she walked over and unhooked Olivia's skirt and slid it down, her slip with it. And bent over like that she looked at Olivia, putting her hands on her legs, "Wow, this is so classy, look Deb, stockings and a garter belt, nice panties but not a thong like ours."

"Yeah, nice," Deb was more worried about her own naked tits.

Olivia was getting hotter, feeling a flush wash over her skin as Susan kept touching her legs.

Susan stood up and started to walk back to Deb but not before grabbing a handful of Olivia's ass, sliding it away slowly. "It's okay Deb, you can take your top off later, when you're hot … like you always get." She casually pulled her top over her head revealing those perfect orange sized tits. She tweaked her nipples, proud to have so many eyes on her. Then she walked over to Stephen and coated his hands with the lotion. She loved the fact that he was so nervous.

Olivia totally forgot about the camera as she watched Stephen's hands massaging Susan's breasts. He was pinching the nipples and showing everyone how firm and supple they were. And she was mesmerized at how swollen they became. She felt that hot skin flush again when Susan leaned her head back and moaned. Then she looked at Deb and saw the lust on her face. Both their asses were swaying back and forth now. She couldn't help but sway herself, she hadn't heard songs like this since the first time and only time she went to a club with that boy in college, she forgot his name. And the words were so naughty, 'fuck me like this' and 'fuck me like that'.

Deb was feeling the moment and turned around facing Olivia. She saw how excited she was and when she caught her eye she motioned with her fingers, sign language for take some photos. Then she bent over at the waist and slapped her naked butt cheek twice.

Stephen saw Deb slap her butt and he reached over and did it too. She moaned and he did it again harder. She moaned louder. Then he saw Deb slowly stand up and pull her top off. A flash went off while it was covering her eyes.

Susan watched Deb pull her top off so she grabbed the lotion and put some more on Stephen's hands. Then she bent over at the waist and stuck his hands on her ass. She thought she heard Olivia moan. She couldn't help herself and she did too. Then she parted her legs a little so she could sway better. She reached back under and raked her fingers along her thong, starting all the way back at her butt hole. This time it was Stephen that moaned. Susan looked over and Deb was pinching and kneading her tits, closing her eyes and she could tell her breathing was getting desperate. So she took Stephen's hands and transferred them to Deb's tits. 

"Snap/Flash."

Susan looked back at Olivia, away from the action and thought she needed to do something about that. She walked slowly over to Olivia while Stephen was massaging Deb's tits while Deb bit her lip, her eyes closed in that look of concentration. Susan reached her hand just to Olivia's waist, sliding it up and down her back, "Are these the photos you wanted?"

Olivia just nodded and snapped another. But she had to close her eyes when Susan grabbed a handful of butt cheek again, wishing she wouldn't take it away. They were the same height and it felt so nice when Susan slipped her bra straps over her shoulders and began to massage her neck and back. She opened her eyes and saw Stephen move his hands to Deb's ass cheeks. She snapped another one. And as the fleeting bright violence of that light passed, Olivia failed to notice Susan had unsnapped her bra. It didn't slide down the way her arms were holding the camera.

Susan walked back toward Deb, but not before whispering in Olivia's ear, "Come close, the pictures will be better." She grabbed another handful of Olivia's ass while she slowly walked with her.

Olivia found herself panting with this incredibly erotic situation. She hated looking through that tiny lens of the throw away camera, the cheap paper and plastic. She had to keep looking with both eyes and then just the tiny hole to get the shot. She saw Susan slide back into the frame, missing her hand on her ass, her knees were getting wobbly. She saw Susan walk right up to Deb and suck her tit right into her mouth, oh, that was so hot! And she was looking right at the camera when she did it.

"Snap/Flash."

Then Olivia pulled the camera away for a second, Stephen had a hand on each ass, his face was so white, he had little beads of sweat on his upper lip, a few strands of his wavy hair right by his ears were wet too. She looked down and could see he was so huge … and the girls were oblivious to the mighty anaconda just a foot away.

Susan let the nipple slip out of her mouth, a plop sound that was so intense, even above the sound of the music. She wanted to show Olivia more, so she turned facing Stephen and bent all the way over at the waist. She slipped her fingers between her legs, the middle one in particular all the way back to the beginning of her crack. Then she brought that finger slowly forward, she heard Olivia gasp and the material came with her finger, "Hey," Susan breathed, just above a whisper.

Deb was watching and she was the one sliding Susan's thong down, "It's okay, we have to, he saw our pussys in the car." And she noticed Susan offered no resistance, even stepping out of them when they were at her ankles.

Olivia never saw anything so mesmerizing before, there were some straps around her arms bothering her, she dropped her hands for a minute and got rid of that, bringing them right back for a photo of the first woman's pussy she ever saw. It was so wet, the fluid glistening even in the shadows.

"Snap/Flash."

Stephen saw Olivia, that sexual animal lust on her face and was shocked when she removed her bra. OH! those were such proud works of art. He wanted to worship them; his dick had never been this hard in all his life. And then he noticed Susan's ass so high in the air above her back … he could only see the magnificent twin globes silhouetted in the light, but there was no strip of material … the thong had disappeared. He reached and felt the beginning of he butt crack … then further on the cheeks were so firm offering resistance to his probing fingers, he felt her butt hole … oh, that deserved some attention, he heard Susan gasp, then Olivia gasp as he swirled his finger around the opening he couldn't see because she was turned the wrong way. And then he heard Deb gasp too, she was watching, so he slid his hand around and up the inside of her leg. He first just added a little pressure, studying her face as she closed her eyes, then more pressure to the thong material covering Deb's pussy. He heard another gasp and saw Olivia training the camera to capture his fingers pressing against Deb's pussy.




Devil in the Details Ch. 02



Susan wanted Stephen to continue, she was waiting, but felt his attention was distracted for some reason, Olivia's gasp told her so. She looked at Deb, her head thrown back and eyes closed, then saw Stephen's fingers between her legs. She reached for Deb's thong strings still high on her hips and gently pulled them out and then slowly down. Stephen was thoughtful and moved his hand for a second so she could pull them down. She was pleased he replaced the hand quickly and Deb never changed her posture as his fingers were now pressed against her bare cunt lips. And she wanted some of the same, so she moved her feet in itty-bitty steps so she was turned more sideways, giving Stephen better access. She wanted Stephen to press harder into her ass, her moans were telling him so, but she wasn't disappointed when he slid down to her wet lips.

"Snap/Flash."

Olivia couldn't believe this was happening, she had never seen anything this hot in her life, two totally naked women opening their legs wide for Stephen … and she felt bad, knowing he wouldn't know what to do, how to finish this. She knew he would get everyone wetter, fumbling around, but he needed help. She didn't know how.

Stephen positioned his hands so they were identical on each girl. He wasn't sure what to do so he just slid his fingers lightly along the lips and noticed Susan responding with a silent 'Ohh' on her lips. So he tried to slide further up and back, both girls had different ways of expressing their feelings so he kept switching his eyes back and forth. This was an experiment and he would do what the girls responded to best. They had sort of wide-eyed shock when he played with their butt hole, but Deb bit her lip hard and Susan moaned when he was all the way up front, finding a little nub to stroke. He had them both panting hard but he wanted to know more, he slipped his fingers down lower and they were both so wet. He knew there was an opening so he probed and found it on both. Both girls gasped and waited for more so he started pumping in and out of them. The faster he went the more they liked it … he had long fingers … and then he remembered that nub they liked. He found he could use two other fingers to slide up and give the nub attention wile he pumped in and out.

Susan couldn't believe he was such a magician. She felt the intense feelings building and saw Deb was getting there too. She stepped forward just a little and sucked Deb's tit back in her mouth. She used her teeth and bit down hard, knowing it would start the orgasm. She heard Deb moan out loud … and Olivia moaned too, she saw another flash.

Olivia didn't believe Stephen could be so good, both girls were coming together. And she didn't feel embarrassed that her fingers were in her panties, her middle finger now up to her knuckle. She couldn't help moaning.

Deb felt the loss of control her whole body was shaking, it was the most intense she had ever had. Her knees were shaking and she knew she was falling, just not caring how or where. Wave after wave washed over her as she was now sweating all over. All that teasing earlier had affected her too. And his fingers were so long, her husband just fucked her, never bothered with foreplay.

Stephen couldn't do anything about Deb falling into his lap … and then he felt her hand. She just touched it accidentally, but then he knew she knew, she felt around and grabbed it … tighter as she regained her strength.

Susan had her hands on her waist, trying to stand up straight but unable to. That was when she noticed what Deb was holding, "Holy SHIT!" Susan went to her knees and wanted to see. She ripped his shirt open and there sticking about four inches past his boxer waist was an object to be worshipped. She grabbed it pushing Deb's hands out of the way. And diving in it was only a second before she ripped his boxers, springing free that beautiful monster. She had to feel it down her throat and sucked him down.

Deb was getting upset, she had found it, it should be hers. She too got on her knees and banged heads with Susan. It was nice of Susan to share and let her suck him down too. There was plenty of room so she used one hand to hold the bottom and the other to tweak Susan' nipples.

Susan returned the favor, using her one hand to play with his balls and the other on Deb's nips, pulling hard on them like she enjoyed.

Stephen didn't know what to make of this. At first he was frozen with fear but with both girls slurping away and making such ravenous noises, he had to give into the amazing feelings. This was nothing like using his hand with lotion, nothing. And then he heard Olivia scream. He opened his eyes and saw her body shaking in orgasm with her hand in her panties. It was so intense, he wasn't going to last very long with the girls taking him deeper and deeper into their mouths. And he felt sorry for Susan when she gagged, choked a little, but she came up smiling and laughing while Deb tried the same thing, both of them choking on his dick and laughing about it, taking turns, the one more intense than the other. And then Susan managed to get him all the way down. He wanted to feel sorry, it looked painful, but a minute of that and she came up acting triumphant, laughing and smiling with Deb. And then when Deb tried and did the same thing, he felt his balls contracting, he couldn't hold back any more, hoping the girls wouldn't be frightened or sickened. He exploded in Deb's throat and she had to come up for air. A flash caught a spurt that flew up onto Susan's face. And then both girls were screaming and laughing, trying to catch all of it … there was enough for two … or more. And they kept taking turns sucking it until there was no more; they were desperate to get all of it. They even licked it off each other's face.

"Snap/Flash."

Olivia was feeling light headed and a few cells in her logical brain fired when the camera ran out of film. She wanted control so she took one step to her desk and put the camera in her filing cabinet, the fireproof one. But before closing it, a naughty thought crossed her mind; she grabbed her purse and put that in there too, then closed and locked it. The only keys were in that purse.

Just then the music ended, the girls were still holding Stephen's boner, taking turns licking and sucking. It was Susan that noticed, "The cleaning crew!" she whispered loud. All four looked at the door and heard the sound of the vacuum cleaners; saw the bright lights under the door.

"Quick! My closet!" Olivia whispered almost too loud. "It has a lock, we can open it from the inside and it's empty.

Deb was the smart one grabbing the clothes strewn all about. Olivia saw what she was doing and helped, grabbing Stephen's shoes. All the clothes were thrown on the floor and the empty hangers placed on the shelf above.

Stephen limped over to the closet and Susan ran to the credenza and grabbed the bottle of whisky. Olivia was the last one and backed in, pushing the button on the inside so that it was locked when she closed it. She made sure she was standing up against Stephen.

And there was too much giggling going on as Susan took a swig of the whisky and passed it around. When they all had a large swig Susan placed the nearly empty bottle on the floor. They couldn't see anything, just a tiny crack of a light at their feet.

"Where is the camera?" whispered Deb, still giggling that she was totally naked, the only one with shoes.

"I don't know. I must have left it on my desk." responded Olivia, knowing it was a lie.

"Oh," said Deb, not really caring about anything.

Susan was giggling too, "How long are we going to be stuck in here?"

"A week maybe." responded Stephen.

That elicited a laugh from all the girls.

"Guess you'll have to put up with just me until the naked firemen rescue you." And then he reached up, tweaked a nipple, "Oh, sorry, I thought that was the light switch."

More giggles and he kept reaching for more toggle switches, getting the girls to laugh. The laughter kept on, getting a little more nervous until he felt hands stroking his dick again.

Then the office door opened, the vacuum sound getting louder. Every one held their breath.

Just one hand was still on his dick. Stephen traced the owner back to the woman standing right next to him, the one still in her panties and garter belt. He reached and tried her light switch then noticed he was breathing right next to her face. Holding her breast he kissed Olivia, huge fireworks again, but nothing bright. Their mouths were glued together while she stroked and he grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her into him. Their kissing was getting more frantic. He felt her let go of his dick and noticed that there was some slurping going on, must have been one of the girls licking the other one's pussy. He wished he could see that. And Olivia bent a little, never breaking their kiss, she moved her legs … it dawned on him that she had removed her panties. He felt to be sure.

Olivia felt Stephen's fingers grab her ass and then move to her cunt. She was already hot and wet; she wanted more, not his fingers. She broke the kiss and nibbled her way over to his ears whispering, "Stephen I want you to fuck me, right now." She turned slowly around and bent over. She had her weapon in hand and put it in her holster, too big to get in quickly, a dozen slow quiet thrusts before he was all the way in. Facing that way she could hear Susan standing while Deb was lapping her wet pussy. She reached out to keep from falling and held Susan's tits, then pinched her nipples, the quiet moans intoxicating like nothing she had ever done before. She felt Susan's spasms and shudders while Susan had her second. And Stephen's balls slapping her cunt were so wonderful, he was so big, so much bigger than … well, it wasn't fair to compare.

Stephen thought the sensation of her hot wet flesh on his dick was the most divine feeling on the planet. He finally understood about Helen of Troy and Shakespeare and all the crazy things his gender would do just to get that feeling. He wanted to keep doing this forever, he never wanted to come, this feeling was too wonderful. He kept pounding away into her from behind. And then after getting lost in feeling her slim waist with his hands and pulling her hard trying to go all the way to the bottom he felt a body crawling on top of the clothes between his legs. Then hands slid up his legs and someone grabbed his balls, raking her fingernails and squeezing. And she kept climbing up so that her face was licking up his legs and then sucked in his balls one at a time. It hurt, but was amazing at the same time. And he felt more hands; the other girl was doing the same to Olivia. He could hear Olivia moaning loudly, the vacuum cleaner getting nearer as the girl licking him was now working up to his butt, around his butt hole. He started to get worried. And in front, the girl licking Olivia was using her tongue on him and her as he slid in and out, Olivia moaning uncontrollably now, his pounding grew harder. And then a tongue was probing his butt, getting it all wet. He heard the door handle giggling, relieved when it didn't open … and then she used her finger, pushed it into his ass … oh! he couldn't help it, he didn't want to, but he was coming. And then a key in the lock, the door opened. The bright light blinded all of them.

Maria was nineteen and Hispanic, fresh from crossing the border and didn't speak any English. She wondered why this door was locked. When she opened it, she gasped … shocked with a vision that could not have been real. "Oh! … Permisso." was all she could say as she stepped back. The man and woman he was fucking were in the middle of rapture, screaming and shaking over the sound of her vacuum. She had no idea what the other two naked women were doing underneath them. She stood there frozen, not knowing what to do, their forms were so beautiful, so perfect, and noticed they were all blinded by the light. She studied their bodies for another couple seconds, knowing she would probably never see anything like this the rest of her life. She couldn't think of anything else to do, there were five others just outside, they were walking towards the elevators, finished for the night. She reached for the cord and pulled her vacuum out of the office then turned off the light. She heard the laughter before she got halfway to the elevators. She said nothing as the doors closed.

The four of them fell over soon after the cleaning girl left, Stephen and Olivia trying to catch their breaths.

"Deb had the first comment, "Should have invited her to join us, anyone speak Spanish?"

"Yeah, I do, pussyo and dicko, licko my cahones," Stephen said.

The girls laughed for a while until Susan started sucking Stephen's dick again. It was just a second to get him hard and she immediately straddle it, "Oh Deb, you have to try this when I'm done, it's so big, like it's coming all the way up into my chest."

Olivia started kissing Stephen then opened her legs when Deb started lapping her cunt.

"I want some more of his come, I have to have it!" Deb said sucking and trying to crawl inside Olivia with her mouth. 

It was a first for Olivia, the feeling intense and so wonderful … but too short. 

Deb left her and dove onto Susan's clit, trying to make her come faster, worried Stephen would ejaculate one last time before she had her turn. She was ferocious, doing everything to Susan's clit and then pumping her fingers in her ass and sliding her fingers across her wet nub in a dizzying blur.

Olivia broke her kiss to whisper again, "Stephen, this is your first lesson. I'm going to teach you how to lick my pussy. She got to her knees and straddled his face, giving him instructions, "Yes, like that … along the sides first, around that … yes, oh that's nice, now fuck me with it, as far as you can, oh! That is so nice, yes, more!"

Susan screamed at the top of her lungs, frightening everyone until they realized they were alone in the building. Her body was shaking violently and she had to grab Deb's hands to stop her assault, it was too sensitive now.

Deb pushed Susan off her mount, like a school yard bully; she had to have that huge hunk of meat. But she couldn't get him in. She was so wet and horny but it wouldn't go in! So she started bouncing on it, just the head able to penetrate for the first dozen attempts. A weaker woman would have given up, but not Deb. She kept it up, getting more violent until he slid in. Deb froze and held her breath, "Oh, this is going to kill me, I know it. I'm going to die here tonight. She tried and was able to get a little further this next time … but the third time down, he was only half in and she came, her skin turned bright red and felt like she was on fire. She couldn't move. Susan sucking on her tits made her feel better. 

It was almost five minutes of just sitting there before Deb cold start moving slowly up and down again. She slowly fucked that monster for a long while, all the way down and all the way back up.

Susan felt bad for Deb. She found her purse in the closet and fished around for a tube. She came back and squirted the oil on her pussy and then massaged into her butt. It helped a lot and Deb was screaming short chirps when he bottomed out. The screams got much louder when Susan stuck her finger up her ass. Susan didn't know if was Olivia's screams when she came from Stephens' mouth or her second finger up Deb's butt that made Deb come again. Susan grabbed her tit and pinched and pulled as hard as she could while Deb screamed and rode out wave after wave of pleasure washing through her body.

Susan looked at the clock and realized how late it was, "Deb, we have to get out of here, the boys will be getting home soon, we have to get cleaned up!"

Deb was still shaky and weak getting dressed. When she and Susan ran out she was disappointed she couldn't' stay for one more load of come. Olivia had mounted him and was going to get all that spunk for herself, she was jealous.

Olivia rode her steed, giving him the pleasure of holding and staring at her body while she went up and down on that long pole. And just for something different she pulled her legs high and spun around, first one direction , then the next before going all the way around, a complete three sixty. That was too intense to endure twice, their bodies let them know they were close, coming together. She bent over to kiss him while he pulled on her nipples and then he started thrusting into her like a jackhammer, "Ahhhhh! Stephen! Oh, fuck MEEEEE!" as the rapture took control and she felt his seed splatter the inside of her pussy. They held each other tight, riding out wave after wave after wave of pleasure; she couldn't control the shaking her abdomen was doing to her body. Her face went whit and she thought she would pass out.

Too weak to do any more, they were drenched in sweat and gasping for air.

Staying like that in each other's arms it was half an hour before they realized how thirsty they were. And it felt so naughty to walk the way they were dressed to the elevator banks where the water fountain was. They hugged and kissed a while more before getting dressed.

Stephen's boxers were shredded and all the buttons on his shirt ripped off. Buttoning his jacket made him look presentable.

Olivia looked great all back together then, "Stephen? Where is my purse?"

They looked all around together.

"Oh, Stephen … no, I couldn't have done that. I have Deb's camera locked in my filing cabinet, I didn't want her to have pictures of us … but my purse was in there and the keys are in my purse, my car and house keys are in there too. We can't get a locksmith, it would look bad to call one this late."

"I have an idea … you can try that spin thing on my dick again in the morning if you come home with me."

"Okay … and I have some more things to teach you … but how about dinner? It's two in the morning. The only thing I know open this late is Denny's?"

"I hope I didn't bleed too much when you popped my cherry."

"Stephen!"

Stephen woke up very late, the sun was up and he almost panicked wondering why his alarm didn't go off. Then he smelled the coffee from the kitchen. He rushed in.

"I turned the alarm off before we went to sleep. I emailed the office that we had a client meeting while you were in the shower last night. Management likes the idea of our team work. And I can't go in until you drive me home so I can change. A retired lady next door has a key. So what do you like to eat for breakfast besides my espressos?"

"I could start with a fur pie and move up to see if you're lactating, maybe share a tongue saliva sandwich with you."

"Okay stud … we can do that … but how about some eggs, you will need your strength?"

"Sure, over easy, scrambled, what ever you like."

Olivia got out of her chair and sat in his lap. She was wearing one of his dress shirts. "Honey, I have a confession to make … when the girls found our friend last night, under your shirt? I ran out of film shortly after. I locked the camera in my filing camera, I needed to control that, not give the girls leverage over us … well I locked my purse in the cabinet on purpose, I knew I wanted to come home with you. I wanted this quiet time in the morning, I wanted to talk."

"You scammer you, taking advantage of your good looks again."

"No, I knew you would have said yes if I asked, but last night, it seemed too forward to me … you know, since I'm still engaged."

"How do you feel about that, still being engaged?"

"I don't know, I haven't sorted it out yet. It was an unbelievable seduction, the group sex, the orgy, my first, my first with another woman doing that to me. I'd like to return the favor some day. So that could be a once in a lifetime experience … or maybe not, I have to think about it … and I have to think about what you mean in my life. I'm not feeling very close to my fiancé, I guess I should admit I suspect he is a player, just too clever for me to catch him yet … but I could be wrong about that. So if we decide this is a one time thing I still don't know if I will stay engaged. But right now I don't want it to be one time with you. I'm feeling like I want to go to sleep with that big dick of yours buried in my pussy every night and wake up with it in my mouth."




Devil in the Details Ch. 02



"That's how I feel too … but if you decide to stay engaged I'll step aside. He'll be dead within twenty-four hours, but I'll step aside for that day, maybe until after the funeral."

"Stephen!"

"I know, I'm kidding but I feel like I want to fight for you, I'll do anything to keep you."

"Yeah, I can talk to you about anything … I could never do that with him … but this is all new, we have to get over this early infatuation, find out how we really feel about each other, like when I see you biting your toenails."

"Ewe! No, toenails don't taste good without buggers, big gooey ones."

"Stephen! (Laughing, trying to get that image out of her mind) Honey, I love your humor … I think that's why I'm falling in love with you … but not your toenails or your buggers."

"Naw, it's just infatuation, you're in love with your spinning pole."

"True, I am," and they laughed and chuckled. "So Stephen what do we do about the girls?"

"Oh no more picnics huh? No, that was just teasing … hot teasing, but you're the real thing. So you decide. I guess it depends on your jealousy. I wouldn't like it if you had sex with other men."

"I probably should feel jealous, but for some reason I don't."

"I'm thinking I don't want to do anything with them unless you are there, I just wouldn't want to."

"Yes, I knew you felt that way. I think I knew about you that Saturday when we did breakfast on the beach. I didn't want to be there with my fiancé, I wanted to be there with you. At the time I hated myself for feeling that way."

"You know I'll never be president of the company … I still have problems in front of groups, it will always limit my career."

"I knew that about you before I went into your office that first time, I don't care about that. Oh, and check your email, your townhouse closing has been postponed, the seller is trying to back out. The company will let you keep this place until you find something else if it falls through."

"All my stuff is in storage, you know, that ten gallon bucket of hand lotion?"

The humor continued and they stayed in bed for three hours after breakfast, making it to the office by early afternoon. 

Olivia had a surprise phone call late in the day, cementing her decision, a desperate woman staking her claim to her fiancé. He had been sleeping with her for three years but the fiancé felt like she wasn't executive wife material, not a big enough trophy. Olivia didn't feel jealous or furious; she was really surprised at her apathy. She wondered if that was the same reason she had been attracted to him, a trophy for her career.

Deb wanted her camera but couldn't do anything about it. Olivia developed the pictures on a self operated machine and shared special memories with Stephen that night and many times after. 

They had more special moments with Susan and Deb, a couple of weekend trips away to visit accounts. But they couldn't match the memories of that first night, close, but not quite.

The townhouse closing kept getting postponed until Stephen just cancelled the contract and with drew his deposit. By then he had all his things moved into Olivia's house anyway. For Olivia's birthday Stephen bought her two Chocolate Labrador puppies, the girl he named 'Credit' and boy 'Debit'. He paid to have their huge backyard fenced in.

It was eighteen months before they were married.

They were working on an account together very late one night when the cleaning crew came in. A pretty twenty year old Hispanic woman speaking a few words of English kept giggling as she vacuumed Olivia's office around them. They exchanged glances, knowing.

The crew finished a half hour later.

But twenty minutes more the elevator dinged and that young woman stood there, waiting for an invitation.

The next morning there were new photos for their album, memories to get their blood hot.