1 comments/ 14724 views/ 12 favorites Career Fair By: embracelust66 Bethany Cooper was feeling old, lonely and depressed. This was partly due to the hundreds of college students milling around her in the atrium of the Prentiss College Student Union. For her, they were a reminder that she had recently turned 36 and that her prime years were well behind her. She felt this way every time she attended one of these career fairs, and since her firm, Sullivan Thomas Wealth Management had recently decided to expand, she'd been to three in the past six weeks. And it was always the same. She'd sit or stand behind her table, smiling at students as they streamed by, occasionally handing out job or internship applications – the firm had recently launched an internship program – or the new recruitment pamphlets they'd had printed up. Unfortunately, Sullivan Thomas wasn't a very well known firm outside of the high-end financial service sector, and most of the students passed her by with hardly a glance. It probably didn't help, she knew, that she looked like the dowdy middle-aged housewife she was, while all around her, other firms had recruiters who were almost as young as and often more attractive than the students they were soliciting. The tall, leggy blonde just across the way represented a manufacturing firm that Bethany knew was having financial difficulties and offered lousy benefits. Yet she was constantly surrounded by a horde of young people, mostly, but not all, boys. Next to her were a young black man and a red-headed girl in a fairly skimpy dress, recruiting for a second-rate regional bank that was unlikely to hire more than a half-dozen applicants in total this summer from all the colleges where it recruited. Yet this pair too was mobbed by students, joking and laughing with the bank's representatives. In a way, it was funny, because if the students knew the kind of money to be earned at Sullivan Thomas, or the sordid goings on beneath its staid, conservative veneer, they'd very likely kill to work there. But they didn't and so Bethany just stood staring out into space and musing about her lost youth. She was extremely jealous of these students, who were no doubt having the times of their lives at college and whose futures spread out before them in a limitless vista. Having come from a conservative Christian family, she had gone to a conservative Christian school, and from which both she and the only boy she'd ever dated had graduated just two weeks before their wedding. For her, there had been no crazy parties or late nights carousing around campus. She had never skinny dipped in an apartment complex pool or streaked across campus in her underwear. She'd certainly never had any wild sexual experiences or done any kind of drugs other than the occasional glass of wine. "Excuse me." The voice brought her mind back to the present. A young man with a ridiculously pathetic beard was looking at her. "Do you have any internship applications?" "Certainly," she said, smiling at him. She handed them to him and was about to explain the program's details, but he just took the forms and walked away. She sighed, watching him blend into the crowd. She sat down on the folding chair the college had provided. In general, sitting down is a bad idea in such a situation; it tends to draw less attention. But Bethany didn't really care. She knew what kind of students the firm would want, and that kid hadn't been one. The kind they wanted wouldn't be drawn to her table, not while she was manning it, anyway. Sullivan Thomas' leadership would want students who were bright and ambitious, of course. But they would want more, even though no one had ever said as much. They'd want attractive young people with open minds and active libidos who would fit in well in the firm's hyper-sexualized culture. Bethany could still remember her very first week there. She'd been hired as a human resources assistant, the same position she'd held at a Christian non-profit. In hindsight, she couldn't fathom why they had chosen her, knowing her education and work history. She'd regretted taking the job just days into it. She had already seen a number of employees flirting with each other, telling risqué jokes, giving massages and even playfully patting each others' butts. Then, on her very first Friday, she wandered into the filing room and saw Bill Wentworth, their chief financial officer, with his hand up his much younger secretary's skirt. They were kissing, and the woman was thrusting her hips against Wentworth's hand and moaning loudly. Bethany had never seen anything like it before. She'd immediately reported it to her boss, Mrs. Baldwin, who assured her she'd look into it. But Bethany never heard anything more about it and it never seemed like anyone had gotten into trouble. A few weeks later, one of her few friends at the firm told her that it was common knowledge Wentworth was carrying on with his secretary. It was also well known, to everyone but Wentworth at least, that his wife was also seeing the secretary, although neither knew of the other's relationship. Of course, eventually he found out, having walked in on the two women in the Wentworth pool house. The scheduled golf game that should have kept him away for hours had instead been cancelled. But even that had worked out, because instead of divorcing, the couple invited the secretary to move in with them. The only response the firm's two older, male founders had to this obviously inappropriate behavior was to congratulate Wentworth on his good fortune. Both he and the secretary still worked there. At the time, Bethany had been appalled, but now, leaning back in her chair, she could almost smile at the memory. It no longer bothered her; none of what went on did anymore. Sure, she didn't like the dirty jokes and but as no one ever hit on her or offered massages, she turned a blind eye to such behavior. Besides, she had long ago figured out that management wasn't going to do anything about it anyway. Even when she'd been promoted to HR director two years ago, she'd not bothered trying to change anything. She had been the quintessential good Christian girl when she'd started at the firm, although deep down she had never really bought into her family's brand of religion. Her parents lived as if they'd been born Puritans and had somehow time traveled to the late 20th century. They were dour, cheerless people and, especially after her older sister rebelled and fled the family home, had kept Bethany on a very short leash. Lacking her elder sibling's courage, she had acquiesced and as far as she could see, had gained nothing from doing so. Unlike her co-workers, she lived a boring life, with a boring husband, eating boring food and, most frustrating of all for her, having very boring sex. Or at least she supposed it was. She had only ever been with her husband, but from the illicit stories she'd recently started reading online, she figured she was missing out on quite a lot. Even more so now that sex between them had all but stopped. "You look upset." The words startled her and she actually jumped a little. Looking away from the group of students at whom she'd been unconsciously staring, Bethany turned to find herself face to face with what looked like two refugees from a modern day vampire movie. The girl was tall and thin with straight black hair cut into a stylish bob. Her face was a pale white with long black eyelashes and her lips were painted blood-red. But it was her eyes, which were an almost indescribable shade of grey, that caught Bethany's attention. They seemed to pierce right through her, holding Bethany spellbound for a few moments. "Seriously, are you okay," the girl's male companion asked. He too was tall and likewise sported straight black hair, swept back from his forehead and falling almost to his collar. His deep-set eyes were blue and his nose was long and thin. His face was sharp and angular and his body, from what Bethany could see, was thin and rangy. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you," she said rising and extending her hand. Although she didn't see either of them as good candidates for Sullivan Thomas, she didn't want to be rude. "I was just distracted," she explained. "Yeah, they're kind of annoying," the girl said disdainfully, casting a look at a crowd of fraternity and sorority members a few tables away. The boys were dressed in khakis and brightly colored polo shirts while the girls wore sundresses or mini-skirts and blouses. Her visitors, in contrast, were clad mostly in black. The boy wore black jeans and a ragged black sports coat over a grey t-shirt with the logo of a band Bethany had never heard of. But at least he was fully clothed, Bethany thought, as opposed to the girl. She wore a loose-fitting black tank top that afforded a good view of the sheer black bra she wore underneath. Her top was tucked into a very short, black leather mini-skirt, short enough in fact to show that she was wearing black fishnet thigh-high stockings, which disappeared into calf-length black lace-up boots. "Can I help you," she asked politely. The girl looked at her strangely. "Yeah, I was wondering about working at Sullivan Thomas." "Oh." Bethany's tone must have betrayed her shock, because the girl gave her a sharp look. "Is that surprising?" she asked, pursing her lips. "I'm sorry. It's just, well to be honest, you seem perhaps a little edgier than most of the employees at our firm. Not that you look bad or anything. I like the look. It's just that, well, you know, stuffy financial institution and all." Of course, the only thing really stuffy about Sullivan Thomas was its dress code, suits and ties every day for men and pantsuits or below-the-knee skirts and dresses for women. The dress code was very much at odds with the firm's behavioral norms, but it was necessary for the industry they worked in. She couldn't see either of these two fitting in to the firm or the industry. "That's okay. Believe it or not, I actually clean up really well," the girl said with just the hint of sarcasm in her tone. "And she's an honors double major in finance and economics," the boy said proudly. His companion smiled sweetly up at him. "Well, in that case, here's some literature and an application," Bethany said, holding out several documents to the girl. She might as well give them to somebody. "I'm happy to take your resume as well. Sullivan Thomas is actually a very welcoming environment." If only she could tell her how welcoming, especially to such a pretty girl, Bethany thought to herself. But she didn't dare do so. "Great," the girl said, stuffing the paperwork in her massive black cloth purse. "I've researched a little about Sullivan Thomas and I know it's a good firm, very well regarded. I've got to run to class, but maybe I can come back and talk to you about what it's like to work there?" "Sure, I'd be happy to," Bethany said, wondering how much the girl knew about the firm. "I'll be here till four or even a little later if needed." "Thanks," the girl said and the two black-clad forms disappeared into the mass of students, leaving Bethany to ponder exactly how much she should reveal about the inner workings of her office. Obviously she could discuss salary and benefits, dress code, attendance and work hour policy and such. The less formal aspects of its culture might be a little more difficult to explain without scaring her off. Gradually her unhappiness, which had ebbed when she felt she might actually be able to help someone, began to reassert itself. Soon, Bethany was convinced that she wouldn't see the girl again anyway and once more took to brooding about her lost youth and the disappointment of her present life. It was a topic that had been bothering her for some time; attending the career fairs just amped up the feelings. When she and Steve had first married, she thought she'd been happy. But now, she couldn't say for sure that such had been the case. With the wisdom of age and the benefit of hindsight, she could see that much of what she'd done in her life and how she'd behaved had been to please her parents and so-called friends while reducing the possibility of conflict and stress in her life. Even as a teenager, she sometimes, in the privacy of her room, questioned the tenets of her faith and fantasized about what it would be like as a normal high school student, sneaking out on weekends to see different boys, going to parties, smoking and drinking. Those feelings continued into her college years, but she repressed them, just as she repressed the little voice in her head that had warned her against marrying Steve. He's not your type, it said, he'll never be able to truly embrace life or help you to do so. And that had turned out to be true. He was supportive of her career, certainly, perhaps too much so. In her early days as Sullivan Thomas, when she had wanted to flee what she termed "that den of inequity" he had adamantly argued against it, saying that they needed the money too much. And that remained true even now, as his one-man accounting firm barely netted a third of her salary. That rankled him, but not enough to stop him from going out and buying a big screen TV and gaming system, never bothering to consult her. Now, he spent most of his free time watching television or playing games. He ate too much and drank too much beer – something he'd never done in college – and the resulting weight gain combined with his loss of interest in sex or any other shared activities left her lonely and morose most days. She realized she no longer loved him and doubted that he did her. But she also didn't have the strength anymore to leave him and she had resigned herself to growing old while trapped in an unfulfilling marriage and a mundane life. Now, instead of resenting her co-workers for their sins, she envied their lifestyles. She no longer wanted to leave Sullivan Thomas; part of her wanted to join in the illicit activities. When she'd first started, there had been a few men and a couple of women who'd very subtly hit on her, but at that time, she still held to her righteous indignation. Now that she might be more amenable to it, she had no takers and lacked the courage and confidence to take the initiative. Over the years, she had put on some weight, although not nearly as much as Steve. And she had never been one to use much makeup or wear revealing clothes. Her shoulder-length brown hair was worn in a plain, simple style and her outfits were chosen to hide her body, not flaunt it. These thoughts were doing nothing for her mood. She wondered whether it would be ethical to pack it in early and head back to the hotel, perhaps order room service and maybe even a bottle of wine – she rarely drank but lately had been considering changing that – when another student walked up. The girl was slightly shorter than Bethany with long curly strawberry blonde hair, a cute little nose and ruby red cheeks that seemed to glow with happiness. "Hi," she chirped brightly at Bethany, holding out her hand. "I'm Emily." Bethany smiled broadly. She couldn't really help herself. Unlike her previous visitors, who'd matched her dark mood in their dress and demeanor, this girl was like a ray of sunshine poking through the fog of gloom she had been wrapped in all day. She was instantly smitten with her. "I'm Bethany. So glad to meet you," she said, really meaning it too. "What can I do for you?" She beamed at the girl and her eyes unconsciously drifted up and down the coed's body. Emily was striking, to say the least. A few misguided, narrow-minded individuals might call her fat, which besides being rude wouldn't be remotely true. She might have been ten, maybe fifteen pounds over what some might say was her ideal weight, but she carried it extremely well. A more apt description would be curvy, or, more accurate yet, voluptuous. She was the embodiment of, as her grandfather used to put it, being built like a brick shithouse. She was clad in a knee-length red dress that showed off her curves to maximum appeal. It was cut to showcase her décolletage and Bethany found herself briefly staring into the cleft formed by two massive breasts before moving her focus up to look into a pair of twinkling green eyes. "Well, my friend suggested I come by. I'm a finance major and we read up on Sullivan Thomas and I just thought I would check it out. She also said you were really helpful," Emily said with a broad smile. Bethany couldn't imagine this girl not smiling. She just was one of those people who seemed to exude a joie de vivre, which in Emily's case was underlay by a very strong sense of decadent sensuality, with her wide, inviting hips and full, pouty lips. Bethany could easily picture her as a Renaissance Venus, reclining on a day bed, wrapped only in a strip of transparent red gauze, a seductive smile across her face. "Great. I'm glad I made a positive impression on someone. But I haven't had many visitors, so I can't imagine who that would have been," Bethany said. "Oh, you'll remember them. A couple, both dressed in black. They sort of look like the decorations on top of a Goth wedding cake," Emily laughed. "They're my friend Anabelle and her boyfriend, Paul, although everyone calls Anabelle Raven. I'm sure you can guess why." "Right, they did drop by. She said she might come back after class, but I know you students are very busy," Bethany said. She handed Emily the same documents she'd given Raven earlier. "Here is some literature on our firm. It really is a great place to work. "And," she leaned in to whisper to Emily, "You'll make a lot more money with us than at some of these other places that are drawing so much more attention." "Good to know," Emily said, winking at her. "Do you enjoy it there?" "I do," Bethany responded, which wasn't completely true. Although the pervasive culture of sexuality no longer bothered her, she often felt excluded and alone, which to some extent is the natural fate of a human resources director. But she wanted Emily to have a good opinion of the firm, although if asked, she would have been unable to articulate exactly why this was so. So she tried to sound as enthusiastic as she could. "It's a very good work environment," she continued. "I mean, it's a conservative financial firm, so there's not the kind of relaxed atmosphere you get at some of your tech firms. But there's also no yelling or berating of employees. It's strictly forbidden. And management is very committed to providing professional development opportunities to all staff." "That sounds great. I think that's so important, professional development, I mean. And I like that they treat their employees with respect. I won't work anywhere where someone feels that can berate me or treat me like a child," Emily said firmly. "Life's too short to put up with that kind of thing." "Exactly," agreed Bethany. "And we are also very generous with performance and annual bonuses, so keep that in mind as well." "Well, thank you for taking the time to talk to me, Bethany. It was really nice meeting you." Emily held out her hand and Bethany took it. "It was truly my pleasure," she told the young coed, looking her directly in the eyes and smiling as warmly as she could. "It's so nice to meet such an articulate, smart and beautiful young woman." Bethany blushed, partly because she couldn't fathom how she came to call Emily beautiful to her face, and partly because Emily gave her a smile that she couldn't quite interpret, but one that struck her as a little bit lascivious. And was it her imagination, or did the girl give her hand a soft stroke with her fingers as she released it? She certainly held it for perhaps just a second or two longer than was normal. Bethany felt a tingle run through her body, starting from her pussy, which she began to suspect, might be getting somewhat moist. Career Fair She had never engaged in any kind of a sexual act with a girl, not even a kiss. But she had to admit that occasionally she found herself aroused by women. She still vividly remembered the day that she had encountered her ninth-grade history teacher, Mrs. Chavez, running through the park wearing tight pink running shorts and a body-hugging white tank top that, sweaty as it was, clearly showed the outlines of her dark nipples. Bethany had masturbated three nights in a row to that image, each morning feeling horribly guilty. Yet in class, she couldn't help but stare at her beautiful teacher with her firm body and long dark hair. Now, as she watched Emily be swallowed up in the crowd, she recognized the feeling. She had a vision of burying her face into the girl's swelling breasts, of suckling on them, and even moving further down her body. She shook her head, trying to shed the feelings but deep down, knew that tonight Emily would feature prominently in her fantasies. The rest of the afternoon passed slowly for Bethany. A few more students stopped by, but none engaged her with the interest or energy of Emily or Raven. Shortly before four, with the crowd having dwindled to maybe a dozen students, Bethany began to pack away her literature. She had just shoved the last of the extra pamphlets in her bag when she looked up to see Paul, Raven and Emily standing before her. "Hi. As promised, I came back," Raven said, but then noticed the empty table. "Oh, I guess you're about to leave though." "No, no, not at all. I'm happy to talk to you. I'd ask you to sit, but there aren't any chairs," Bethany said. "I've got an idea," Emily piped in. "Why don't we take you out for a drink. It'll be a lot more fun and relaxed, and we can all sit." "Yeah, that's a good idea," Raven said. "We can go to the Flamingo. It's got a patio that would be nice and it's within walking distance." Bethany looked at them for a second. It would never have crossed her mind to go drinking with students, but now that the opportunity had arisen, it sounded like fun. Besides, she had told Raven she would talk to her. "Sounds great," she said. "First round's on me." So twenty minutes later, she found herself seated with the three students around a small circular table on the outdoor patio of a fairly crowded college bar, drinking a strawberry daiquiri and discussing life at Sullivan Thomas. She wasn't a big drinker and normally stuck with wine, but Emily said the place made great daiquiris and Bethany was feeling more than a little adventuresome, now that she was actually hanging out with college kids. Raven had been asking her about the firm, its organization and what a typical day was like and Bethany had gone into great detail, explaining the firm's hierarchy and its various departments, its policies, the kind of clients it served and other relevant details. As she spoke, she sipped her drink, which she greatly enjoyed. So much so, that instead of nursing it slowly as she intended, she finished it within ten minutes. "I'll get the next round," Paul said, standing up. Bethany hadn't planned on multiple cocktails, but she was enjoying herself so much that she decided, what the hell, and happily accepted the second daiquiri he brought her. It wasn't long before she was feeling the effects of the alcohol, and when Raven asked her if there was anything else she could tell them, she didn't even hesitate before leaning toward them conspiratorially. "Well, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I think you have a right to know," she said, scanning the faces of her listeners. Emily and Raven shot each other a look, while Paul suppressed a smile. "Sullivan Thomas has a reputation for being an old-school type of firm, very conservative and such, but there is some wild stuff going on behind our doors," Bethany said in a low voice. "Like what?" demanded Emily. "Well, when I first started there, I was shocked by how many employees were sleeping with each other," Bethany said, giving them an amazed look. "I mean, I had come from a religious nonprofit, and was totally not expecting it." "Like, you mean employees dating? Because that doesn't seem like such a big deal to me," Raven said. "I know some people think it's a bad idea, but if you spend most of your time at work, it's going to happen." "No, that's not what I mean," Bethany said. "I mean like just casual sex, one night stands and such." "Well, from what I understand, there's a lot of people making a lot of money, and some people find that to be an aphrodisiac, so I guess I'm not that surprised," said Paul. "No, it's not just that. It's like a cultural thing. For instance, a number of newer employees, junior analysts and such, develop ongoing sexual relationships with the older employees who mentor them. It's considered a perfectly acceptable way to boost your career and get help developing a client list," Bethany said. "When I first got there, I raised concerns, but management didn't see it as a problem, since no one had ever complained." She looked at the students' faces, but they didn't seem to be as shocked as she'd expected. "We also have one senior financial advisor, a very successful woman in her late 30s, who keeps a group of younger staff as a sort of sexual stable. Rumor has it that whenever her husband is definitely away from the house for more than a couple of hours, she has one or more come over to, well, you know." "Five guys on call? That's pretty impressive," Emily said. "No," Bethany corrected. "Three guys and two women." "No way, that can't be true," protested Raven. "Do you have any proof?" "Yes," Bethany said. "I overheard the two girls discussing it. One of them had spent the weekend at the woman's house and she described it in great detail to the other. Suffice it to say, it was not your typical sleepover." Bethany remembered the incident as if it were yesterday, although it had occurred several years earlier. She had stepped into the storage room and was retrieving some supplies from a lower cabinet in the rear when she'd heard the two young women, Jennifer and Carla, come in. Bethany was kneeling and hidden by a counter piled high with boxes, so they were unaware of her presence. "So how was the weekend," Carla asked Jennifer. "Marissa called me, but I was out of town. She was kind of pissed." "Yeah, she told me. Don't worry, I don't think she's still mad. Toby and I got there right after her husband's cab left – he was out of town till Sunday night – and she was already in her lingerie. That black see-through teddy she has and the black stockings." "Yeah. She is so fucking hot," Carla said. "I know. So anyway, we head upstairs to her bedroom, start making out, the usual. I'm licking her pussy, Toby's playing with her tits. Then, when we're all good and horny, she straps on this massive black rubber cock." "Whoa. I'll bet that was fun." "I thought it would be, especially when she told me to get on the bed and spread my legs. But instead, she makes Toby go down on me while she fucks him in the ass. And she's really into it, calling him sissy and faggot and shit. Said she'd heard he was spotted at a gay bar and he should have told her he liked it up the ass." "Oh, poor Toby. I mean, even if he is bi, that's no excuse..." "Poor Toby my butt. He came without either one of us touching his dick," Jennifer said. "For the rest of the weekend, we took turns fucking him and making him serve as our little bitch. I fucking loved it and so did he, judging from the number of times he came. She's probably making him wear panties today." Tucked down behind the counter, Bethany had been afraid to breath, much less move. As shocked as she was, she listened intently, trying to remember all the key details she heard. When the two women departed, she'd rushed right to her boss' door, and from there the two of them had visited the founding partners. Bethany had told them everything she'd heard, and Mr. Sullivan assured her that this was a very serious matter and that he would discuss it personally with Marissa Cates. However, given how many clients Marissa had brought in, it would be better if Bethany kept all this to herself, he had told her. "So did anything happen to the woman," Emily asked. "Yes. Six weeks later, she was promoted and given a $50,000 bonus. True story, I swear to God," Bethany replied, smiling sardonically at them. After that incident, Bethany never filed another complaint about sexual activities at Sullivan Thomas. And Marissa Cates always gave her a cold stare whenever their paths crossed. "That's fucked up," Paul muttered. "Wow, that's pretty wild," Raven agreed. "Although, if I'm honest, it won't keep me from working there. I can hold my own against some creep trying to hit on me." "And let me be clear," Bethany said, "It's never seemed to be the case that anyone's career has suffered. There are employees who don't seem to be involved at all, and several of them have risen quite high in the firm." "So what, do they just recruit at party schools, find the wildest students they can?" Paul asked. "Actually, no. Until this spring, we've never staffed these career fairs. New employees are generally referrals from current ones, or personally recruited by senior leadership," Bethany said. "So why are you here today?" Emily asked, downing the last of her second bottle of beer. "We're expanding, and it was decided that we should bring in some new blood. So I volunteered to come to some career fairs, see what kind of people we could recruit. I saw it as a way to get out of the office and away from home, especially since the firm puts me up in nice hotels. And I have to say, I'm impressed by the students I've met, at least today." She smiled at the three students, who grinned sheepishly back at her. "And now, I have to use the restroom," Bethany said. When she stood up, she felt herself swaying and reached out a hand to steady herself. "Are you okay," Raven asked, looking concerned. "Yes, but I think that second daiquiri has gotten to me," Bethany replied. She slowly made her way through the crowd, drawing curious looks from some of the students, who couldn't fathom why a thirty-something woman would be staggering through their midst at this time of day. When she eventually returned, she announced that she needed to get back to her hotel. "My husband is supposed to call, and I suppose I should talk to him," she said, then blushed at having said such a thing out loud. Emily and Raven glanced at each other but made no comment. Paul, however, gave her a sharp look. "I don't think you should be driving, Bethany," he said. "Maybe we should take you back to your hotel." "Oh, I'll be okay once I walk back to the car," she protested. "It's not that far of a drive." "No way," Emily stated in a determined voice. "If you get pulled over, you could lose your job and it would be my fault. Give us your keys and Paul will go get your car. He's a very good driver. While we wait, we can talk some more." Bethany resisted at first, but recognized that they were right and handed over her keys, telling Paul how to find her car. After he left, the three women sat back down and Raven pulled out an object that looked like a small flute or a dog whistle. She put it to her lips, breathed in and then exhaled a mass of white, odorless smoke. "What is that," Bethany asked, as Raven handed the device to Emily, who took a deep draw on the device and breathed smoke out of her nose. "It's a vape pen," Raven said. "It gives off a flavored vapor that you inhale. Kind of like smoking, but a lot safer because it's not actually smoke, it's steam. Want to try? This is vanilla flavored." "Sure," Bethany said, wanting to seem as cool and open-minded as possible. Plus, she had never heard of such a thing and wanted to try something new. Emily handed her the pen and showed her how to use it, and Bethany took in a mouthful of vapor. "Oh, that' really neat," she said, then laughed at how dorky she sounded. A horn sounded and they looked over to see Paul parked right behind them. They piled into the car, Emily and Bethany sitting together in the back seat. Bethany was thrilled and a little nervous to be sitting next to Emily, and secretly wished that Paul would take a corner too fast, giving her an excuse to fall into the curvy coed's lap. Unfortunately, he turned out to be as safe a driver as advertised and they made it back to Bethany's hotel without incident. "How are you three going to get back," she asked, only now realizing the flaw in their plan. "Oh, it's no big deal. Paul just lives a few blocks away and his car is there. He takes the city bus to campus," Raven said. "Oh, okay. Well, I guess this is goodbye then. I hope both you girls will be sending me your applications," she said as they all started getting out. But the thought of leaving them now seemed somehow unbearable to her and, with a flash of inspiration, she added, "Unless you'd like to come up for another drink. I can order some wine and snacks from room service." "That sounds great," said Emily. If Bethany had not said something, she was going to insist on accompanying her to her room on the pretense of making sure she was okay. "Yeah, thanks," chimed in Paul and all four headed into the hotel. Twenty minutes later, Bethany was sitting on the couch in her suite with Paul and Emily to either side of her. Raven had parked herself into an overstuffed faux leather arm chair facing them. On the coffee table sat a bottle of wine with four half-full glasses and a plate of mixed appetizers. "Thanks for having us up for snacks," Raven said, popping the last of an egg roll into her mouth. "It's no problem. I know it may sound weird, but I like hanging out with you guys. My college years were pretty boring, so I'm hoping you have some fun stories to tell," Bethany said before taking a big swallow of wine. The wine on top of the daiquiris had her feeling very relaxed and she had already shed her shoes and suit jacket. "Oh, I don't know about that," Emily said. "I want to hear more about your college days." Bethany screwed up her face into a grimace. "There's nothing to tell. I went to a very conservative, very small Christian school in the Mid-West. There was no alcohol allowed, church every morning and evening and a dress code that rivaled that of Saudi Arabia, at least where women were concerned." "Why did you go there," Paul asked. Bethany turned to look at him. For the first time, she noticed how attractive he was. He had beautiful clear blue eyes, and without his jacket, she could see his arms were wiry but muscular. He had mentioned over drinks that he used to swim in high school, and Bethany could tell he had maintained that physique. "My parents wanted me to go there. It was the only place they'd pay for. It was close to home and an aunt lived in the same town. It sucked though." Bethany stared pensively out the window, remembering how throughout her college days she had longed for excitement, for just one wild and crazy night. But even the worst behaved students there led fairly tame lives, and she didn't hang out with any of them anyway. "I used to be fairly religious. Or rather, my parents are fairly religious, and I always just went along with it. Even after I got married, I still lived the life they wanted for me, going to church regularly, working for a religious nonprofit right out of school. The only thing that didn't go according to their plan is my failure to have kids and then stay home and raise them." "Why didn't you," asked Emily. "Can't," Bethany said. "Genetic defect with my ovaries. My parents were so upset. Not me, though. I never actually wanted kids, but I would have had them anyway, just to please them and my parents. I never really stood up for myself in those days." Emily reached over and gave Bethany's back a gentle, supportive rub. At her touch, Bethany blushed again and felt a flash of heat in her pussy. She turned to Emily and smiled. "I don't know why I'm even telling you all this," she said. "I've only known you for a few hours." "Cause you need to talk it out," Raven said, pulling her vape pen from her purse. Bethany watched as she unscrewed the top and switched out one small capsule of liquid for another, then closed it up and took a deep draw. Instantly, a strong but not unpleasant odor filled the room. "Wow. I didn't think that thing emitted an odor," Bethany said. "It didn't back at the bar." "Well, this is a different flavor," Raven said. "This is like a clove thing. Want a hit?" Bethany reached across the table and took the pen, inhaling the vapor deep into her lungs. Her eyes closed and she suddenly felt dizzy, but also peaceful. If she hadn't closed her eyes, she might have seen Emily shoot Raven a glare, to which Raven simply shrugged. "Wow, that was way different than the vanilla. But I liked it," Bethany said, taking another deep draw on the pen. Her whole body seemed to suddenly relax and she even felt a little giddy. Emily took the pen from her and took a puff. "Can I ask, with all this stuff that goes on at the firm, have you ever, you know, done anything?" Bethany shook her head no. "When I started there, I was still this really moral, goody two-shoes, so when someone hit on me, I was very aggressive in saying no. And now, no one bothers." "Would you, if they did?" Emily asked. "I don't know. The past few years, I've sort of lost my faith, even though I still go to church and all. But now it's just going through the motions, sort of like I do with my marriage. None of it really means anything to me anymore," Bethany said. She reached over and took the pen back from Emily and took another long draw. "But at this point, I'm a frumpy, overweight housewife, so I don't draw a lot of interest." "That's not true," Paul interjected. "You're very attractive. You just don't see it." Bethany gave him a sweet smile. He really was an attractive young man, she thought. Raven is very lucky. "That's kind of you to say, but I know better." "I don't think you do," Paul said, and then, placing a finger beneath her chin, tilted her face towards her, bent down and kissed her. Bethany froze for just a second, shocked at what was happening, but not at all upset. She realized right away that Paul's kissing her was not something she regretted. She knew deep down that this could be a turning point in her life. It was as if she had come to a fork in the road. In one direction, the path led back to her old life, her old faith, her sense of what had been right and wrong, imposed on her as a youth and still guiding her, at least to some degree, right up to this moment. All she had to do was stand up and ask them to leave and things would go right back to normal. In the other direction was a new life of unexplored possibilities, and perhaps not all of them would be good, but they would be interesting, of that she was certain. Down that road lay excitement and new experiences, a way of life that would require she embrace her long suppressed urges and desires and finally allow herself to be the woman an increasingly strong part of her wanted to be. If she paused at that fork at all, it was only for a second, and then she pushed her lips back into Paul's, open her mouth to accept his now probing tongue, and happily skipped down the road to a life of lust and debauchery and happiness. Raven and Emily stared at the two as they began to passionately make out. Raven was amused while Emily was actually a little jealous. She had hoped to make the first move on Bethany. But never being one to pout, she instead leaned into the older woman and let her hand gently drift across her body to cup one of Bethany's breasts while kissing her neck. Career Fair Bethany felt Emily's touch and a thrill ran through her. It may have been happening fast, but she was 100 percent certain it was what she wanted and she turned her head from Paul to meet Emily's lips with hers. Emily began unbuttoning Bethany's shirt while Paul ran a hand under her skirt, rubbing a finger along the lips of her pussy through her plain white panties. Raven, watching with growing lust, pulled off her own black lace thong and spread her legs wide. She began slowly masturbating as she watched the increasingly passionate scene unfold. "Let's go into the bedroom," Emily whispered to Bethany who, unable to speak, vigorously nodded her head. As Paul and Emily lifted her up, she looked down at Raven, who had her legs splayed across the arms of the chair, her neatly trimmed pussy, glistening with moisture, on full display. "God that's hot," Bethany mumbled as she was slowly guided toward the bed. Raven stood, stripped off the rest of her clothes, and followed the others. Once at the bed, Emily unzipped Bethany's skirt and let it fall to the floor, then removed her bra and panties, leaning in to give a long, gentle lick along Bethany's swollen vulva. "Oooh yes," Bethany moaned, thrusting her hips forward to meet the young coed's mouth. Paul quickly stripped and lay Bethany down, then lay down beside her. Emily followed suit, taking a position on the other side. The two began to fondle Bethany all over with fingers, lips and tongues. They took turns kissing her lips, breasts and neck. Not wanting to be left out, Raven knelt before Paul and took his cock into her mouth. "I can't believe this is happing," Bethany gasped. Emily pulled back and looked her in the eyes. "Do you want us to stop?" Bethany felt panic rise in her chest. "No, no, please God no. I need this," she almost sobbed in her desperation. Emily wrapped her arms around Bethany's neck and gave her a long, deep kiss. She then slid down the bed and positioned herself between Bethany's legs. Raven took her spot and she and Paul continue to kiss and fondle the older woman while Emily commenced to using her tongue and fingers on Bethany's soaking wet cunt. "Oh please," she moaned, pushing her pussy into Emily. "That's so fucking good." She took turns kissing Paul and Raven and then Raven planted her mouth on one of Bethany's nipples and began sucking and gently biting it. The older woman began to emit unintelligible moans and then suddenly her whole body jerked as if she'd been struck by lightning and she screamed as the orgasm hit. Emily motioned to Paul to climb on top of Bethany while she took his spot. Paul did so, looking down at the older woman. "Bethany," he said in a soft, gentle tone, "I'm going to fuck you now, okay. Do you want me to use a condom? I'm safe, I've been tested." "No, just fuck me. I trust you," Bethany whispered and then wrapped her arms around the young man. She felt him slide into her effortlessly and begin a gentle rocking motion, his cock, longer and thicker than her husband's, filling her and reigniting the flames that had dimmed slightly after her initial orgasm. After a minute, Paul gestured to Raven to move away and then he easily rolled their coupled bodies over so that Bethany could experience being on top. It was a position she almost never tried with her husband and she greatly enjoyed it. Having calmed down a little from the first overwhelming flush of passion, she began to take a more conscious role in their love making. She reared up and began rocking her body in rhythm with Paul's, thrusting out her breasts, inviting him to play with them. Emily and Raven, no longer actively participating in the action, moved side by side and began kissing and fondling each other as they watched the erotic scene before them. Bethany gazed in admiration at their bodies, especially Emily's. It was even more magnificent than she had imagined. Her breasts gently swayed to the bed's rocking motion, her large pink nipples jutting out a good two inches. Bethany wanted desperately to suckle them, but didn't want to interrupt Emily and Raven. She had already had a good look at Raven's body, but now she noticed the girl had tattoos just above her pussy and around her belly button, which was pierced. Her breasts were smaller and firmer than Emily's and her areolas were so dark as to be almost black. Watching Emily and Raven finger fucking each other drove Bethany into a further frenzy of lust and she began bucking her hips with greater force, driving Paul's cock deeper into her and forcing it against her g-spot. He grabbed her hips while she squeezed her tits and pulled on her nipples. It took almost no time for her second orgasm to explode through her and as it did, she clamped her vagina muscles tight against Paul's dick. In response he arched his back and emitted a load moan as he shot his load up into her. Bethany rolled off him and, temporarily sated, watched as Raven and Emily continued to pleasure each other until first one and then the other came, their bodies flushed and shaking as they did so. For a few minutes, the four of them lay quietly together on the bed, breathing deeply and regaining energy. But Bethany could not wait long. Her desire for Emily was just too great. She crawled over to the strawberry blonde, decadently sprawled across the upper end of the bed, a lewd smile across her face as she watched Bethany approached. The two women embraced and began to kiss, their bodies pressed tightly together and their hands exploring each other's flesh. Bethany reveled in the warmth and softness of Emily's skin. She fulfilled her fantasy of burying her face between those magnificent fleshy orbs, licking and kissing all over them, sucking the long, hard nipples deep into her mouth. Then she began to move down that full, luscious body to between Emily's plumb thighs, stopping when she felt Emily's hand gently grasp her hair. "You don't have to do that if you don't want to," the younger but far more experienced girl said, looking into Bethany's eyes. "I know this is all so new to you." "I want to. I really do. I won't be very good at it yet, but I want to taste you," Bethany replied then continued kissing down past the gentle swell of Emily's stomach and to the soft patch of neatly trimmed strawberry blonde pubic hair that encircled her swollen vulva. Bethany tentatively ran her tongue along them and then began applying gentle kisses, paying close attention to her lover's movements and sounds. Whenever she did something that it seemed Emily enjoyed, she noted it in her mind. Having never tasted anyone's juices but her own, and that only on the rare occasion when she been feeling particularly naughty, Bethany wasn't sure what to expect when she first pushed her tongue into Emily. She was pleased to discover she enjoyed both the taste and texture of another woman's sex and made up mind that she would do this as often as possible. It took some time, but Emily was patient and encouraging, and Bethany continued her ministrations unhindered even when the bed began to shake as Raven and Paul – whose stamina and recovery time were remarkable – began fucking less than two feet from them. Finally, Bethany felt Emily's body begin to tense and she increased the speed and pressure of her licking, then sucked the student's swollen clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she did so. Emily's thighs suddenly clenched onto her head, her back arched and she emited a low, muffled gasp through clenched teeth. After Emily's body relaxed and her legs released Bethany, the older woman noticed the bed was now heaving wildly and the erotic sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room. She turned her head to see Paul holding himself up on his elbows as he slammed hard and fast into Raven, whose legs were wrapped around his tight, shapely ass, urging him on. "Fuck yeah, baby, harder, harder Goddamn it," Raven growled at him. Then Paul's body tensed, his ass cheeks squeezed so tight they could have cracked up a walnut and he made a sort of almost gurgling sound as he came. He lowered himself and then rolled off Raven, his cock still half hard and gleaming with a mixture of pussy juice and jizz. Raven spread her long, thin, muscular legs and let a finger slip down to her clit. Bethany stared engrossed at a large dollop of Paul's semen that had begun leaking from Raven's cunt. Without any hesitation, she suddenly shifted from Emily to Raven and, fastening her mouth over that now wantonly splayed pussy, used her tongue to lap up the thick, white cream. She noted its salty taste, so different from the sweeter flavor of Emily. Raven gave a little yelp in surprise, then grabbed Bethany's head and pushed her harder into her cunt. "That's it, lick it you nasty whore!" she almost roared, and Bethany obeyed, suddenly more turned on than she'd ever been in her life. She attacked Raven's pussy, licking, kissing and sucking, even inserting a finger into the sopping wet canal. In Raven's already heightened state of arousal, it took her almost no time to achieve yet another orgasm. They lay together, an intermingled web of arms and legs and bodies, occasionally kissing or stroking one another. "Hey, sorry I called you a whore," Raven said to Bethany. "Sometimes I get a little carried away." "That's okay. I kind of liked it," she replied. After a few more minutes of resting, Raven and Paul dressed and departed, both of them giving Bethany warm kisses goodbye. Raven promised she would get her resume and application in the mail the next day. Emily had chosen to stay, in part because she found herself more drawn to Bethany than she'd realized, and partly because she was worried that once enough time had passed, Bethany might begin to have regrets. For her part, Bethany was grateful that her new lover stayed behind, and the two women pulled the sheet over their naked, sweaty bodies and drifted off into a deep sleep. A few hours later, they both awoke, snacked on the remaining cold appetizers, and then Bethany decided she wanted to practice her cunninglingus techniques again. Emily, of course, was happy to let her and was so pleased at the progress the older woman had made in such a short time that she rewarded her by returning the favor. The next morning, when they both awoke to sunlight streaming through the window, Emily looked with concern at Bethany, who lay on her side facing the young coed, a happy grin on her face. Emily lightly stroked Bethany's face and then said, "I have a bit of a confession about last night." "Yeah?" said Bethany, showing no concern at all on her face. "When Raven shared her vape with us last night, that wasn't really clove-flavored vapor," she said. "I know." Bethany cut her off before she could continue. "It was some sort of liquid marijuana, right, that you can smoke using the vape device? I could tell after that first drag that it wasn't like the vanilla stuff at all." "You knew? But you kept using it," Emily said surprised. "Yes. It was my first time doing weed and I wish I done it years ago. Emily, yesterday was wonderful. You need to understand, you freed me, the three of you. I've been unhappy in my old life for so long, unfulfilled but unable to find the strength to break away," Bethany said. "You helped me finally do that. I'm done with that life. No more sitting on the sidelines watching other people embrace the pleasures and the joy this world has to offer. I'm joining in, starting last night and every day from now on." Emily smiled at her and then gave her a long, sweet kiss. "I'm so happy for you," she whispered. "And I'm so grateful to you, to Raven and Paul too. I'm free. Free, free free," she chanted, her voice rising with each word. "I'm going to have my hair styled and buy new clothes and, if I can figure out how, start flirting with people. "Hell, maybe I'll even put together my own little collection of young lovers; give Marissa Cates a run for her money. And I know two new employees who will definitely be in that group," she said, grinning at Emily. "Sweetie, you can't promise us jobs yet. I mean, I wish you could, we'd both be all over that, but be realistic." "Oh yes I can. I'm in charge of that shit. And if I have to shred every other person's application and resume, I will. You will be coming to Sullivan Thomas if that's what you want," Bethany said emphatically. "It's the least I can do for the women who gave me a new life." EPILOGUE Bethany Cooper stirred her coffee, leaning against the counter in the Sullivan Thomas employee break room on a fine Friday morning. She was in a particularly good mood this A.M. The firm's newest employees would start the following Monday, two young women that Bethany herself had personally recruited just a little over a month ago and she was really looking forward to their private orientation session. She'd assured the founding partners that both Emily and Raven would fit in wonderfully at the firm, had just the attitudes and skills sets Sullivan Thomas was looking for. In the past, Bill Sullivan and Jim Thomas might have been skeptical about Bethany's judgment, but with her newly styled hair with its blonde highlights, her stylish new outfits that showed off her body in the most flattering manner possible, and her new open and friendly attitude, they could see that their human resources director was definitely finding the firm's culture much more to her liking. It helped that there were rumors she'd been seen making out with her administrative assistant in the parking lot, and that someone else swore she heard Bethany masturbating in the bathroom one afternoon. The parking lot rumor was, unfortunately, not true, but she had finger fucked herself one afternoon in the bathroom, just after Emily had formally accepted the job offer. Her happiness and excitement about what was to come was just too much for her. Things at home had changed as well for Bethany. At first her husband had protested her spending so much on new clothes and hairstyles and was shocked she paid someone to wax her vagina. But when she'd told the fat fuck to either get over it or try paying for his new sports car and an apartment on his lousy income, he'd shut up. He'd been so docile that Bethany was wondering if he'd blithely accept her taking on lovers, which she was going to do anyway. But it would be more convenient if he just accepted the situation. Maybe she could get him to sleep in the guest room on those nights she hosted a sleepover, but that might be pushing it. She was considering this, and scoping out one of the new secretaries – a tall, busty redhead with long, dark hair hanging to the small of her back – when Tony Parker, the director of the firm's investment division, came in. "Bethany, you look very upbeat and cheerful this morning," he said, "and also very beautiful, if you don't mind my saying." In the past, he wouldn't have dared to mention her appearance, but like everyone else, he had noted the changes in her dress and behavior and decided to cast out his line to see if he got a nibble. He'd always admired Bethany and would love to get her bent over his desk. "Why thank you Tony, that's very gallant of you," she replied demurely, actually batting her eyelashes at the tall, silver haired black man. "I am in a good mood. We've got two excellent new employees starting Monday. I had such luck at that most recent career fair a few weeks ago." "Great. I'd like to hear all about them. I do enjoy getting to know my co-workers," he said, giving her his sexiest smile. "Maybe we could get together later and you can tell me all about it." Bethany laid a hand on one of his and gave it a gentle squeeze while flashing a knowing smile up at him. "Just let me know when and where, and it's a date."