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It's Just Business

By: Bakeboss



I think all of you who have been cheated on will agree with me when I say I knew something was wrong but I just wouldn't accept the fact. In hindsight, it was obvious; all the late nights at the office, the new sexier office attire and then there were all the weekends away on 'business'. Yet no matter what, I still lived in denial, even going so far as to make up excuses for her just to prove to myself that she was still true to our marriage. As for her, although she didn't flaunt her indiscretions she didn't try too hard to hide them either.

Ever since I'd been laid off at work I've been doing most of the housework including the laundry. Barbie loves delicate under-things, particularly her panties and I've been instructed to hand wash them to keep them looking nice. I was going through the hamper separating her hand washables and I came upon a pair that was all crusty in the gusset. I looked more closely rubbing my fingers through it and then I realized I had my fingers in some one's dried semen. I knew it wasn't mine; we hadn't made love in weeks, as she has been too tired.

There was no way I could explain away this, she had slept with someone and even allowed him to ejaculate inside her. I was so hurt how could she have done this to me, and as I stared into this pair of ruined panties I imagined her being ridden by this brute as he drove his member deep inside her. Suddenly I realized how excited I was and I put her dirty panties to my tongue and tasted her lovers dried issue. I then put them over my member and rubbed myself until I climaxed adding my cum to his.

That night when she came home, I confronted her, showing her my evidence and accusing her of cheating on me.

"Oh sweetie, it wasn't cheating its just work," was her excuse, she then went on,

"You know our product is a luxury item, it's not needed by the business' we sell to. In this tough economy most business are cutting back and we are having a rough time making our quota. If I lose my job like you did we are going to be in big trouble."

"Does this mean you're sleeping with your customers to make sales?" 

"No! Well yes, I slept with one, but the rest I just showed a little skin and maybe a teasing look up my skirt. I did give a hand job to a little oriental man he was such a cutie I couldn't resist but that's all."

"Tell me about the one you did sleep with."

"That was Mr. Logan, he was just so forceful, and manly I couldn't deny him."

"You mean he forced you to have sex with him?"

"No silly he didn't force me I wanted to, well I mean, I didn't want to but after he came on to me, I got so excited I just gave myself to him."

"I hope you got a big order from him."

"Ah, no actually, he gave me such a good fuck, excuse me, I know how much that word bothers you, such a good experience I forgot to get him to sign the PO. I have to go back tomorrow night after work to get the order from him."

"Does this mean you're going to have sex with this man again?" 

"Oh god I hope so..."

"Barbie, how can you talk like that?"

"I'm sorry sweetie this man just turns me on, he knows what he wants and just takes it from me, and I want to give him whatever he desires."

"What if I started acting like that, what..."

"Oh please John; you're not half the man Mr. Logan is."

She reached over, grasped my penis, and quickly realized I was rock hard. She began to stroke me,

"This excites you doesn't it Johnny boy? You like you little wifey getting it from a real man, don't you?"

Barbie instructed me to drop my pants to the floor she then rubbed me through my briefs as she began to humiliate me. 

"John I been having sex with you for so long with your little boy dick in your little boy underpants, I'd forgotten how good it feels to be fucked by a real man. Now that I've had it again I will not give it up, as long as he will have me I'll give myself to him."

"Please Barbara; you can't do this to us. I forbid it I will not have you gallivanting around with another... Oh please don't stop I'm gonna cum, oh god, oh god."

I couldn't help myself and I spilled my seed inside my briefs

"Your mouth says no, no but your little wiener says yes, yes. It doesn't matter what you want, if you can't accept this, I'll move out tonight."

I got down on my knees in front of her,

"Barbara, please don't leave, I'll do anything you ask just don't leave me."

She put her shoe onto my penis rubbing my sperm into my briefs. I looked into her face and saw her smile and it was then I knew I was a beaten man, I had lost all respect, and my wife knew me for what I was, a sniffling spineless cuckold.

It's Just Business



Steve and Karen were sales reps for an industrial equipment manufacturer. This weekend they were going out of town to make a sales presentation, and late Friday afternoon Steve received a phone call from the hotel they had booked rooms at. Apparently the hotel had overbooked and now instead of having two rooms available for Karen and himself, there was only one room available, but it did have two beds. Steve put the hotel employee on hold and called Karen. She didn't have any problem sharing a room if he didn't, and there was no sense in going through the hassle of finding another hotel this late, so Steve let the hotel know they would take the room. 

Steve and Karen had worked together for several years, they were pretty good friends. Steve was openly gay, so he didn't anticipate any problems with them sharing a room for the weekend. Steve and Karen's plane got in a little late so by the time they got to the hotel they had just enough time to grab a bite to eat, and head up to their room. Steve and Karen were pretty comfortable around each other, so Karen changed into a beat up old football jersey and climbed into bed. Steve went shirtless, with some old running shorts, and turned in as well. 

Two hours later, around 1AM, Steve heard a thud. Apparently Karen had moved around in her sleep and knocked something off the nightstand. Steve groggily looked over to see it was the clock radio. Steve was just about to go back to sleep when he noticed that he had a massive hard-on, and it was clearly visible through the sheet he had over him. Right then he heard Karen yawn. Steve quickly sat up and scrunched the sheet up over his crotch to hide his swollen member. 

Karen rolled over to face him and said, "Hey you're up." 

Steve was desperately trying to hide his erection as he said, "Uh yeah." 

Karen sat up and threw the sheet off of herself revealing that she was totally naked. "Karen!" Steve exclaimed. 

"What," Karen said puzzled. 

"Uh...you don't have any clothes on." 

Karen gave him a oh c'mon look. "Dude you supposed to be gay aren't you, what's the big deal?" 

Karen got up, went into the bathroom, filled a glass with water, then came back and sat next to Steve on his bed "I sleep in the nude all the time, besides it's fucking hot in here." Karen started talking to Steve about the sales pitch they were going to have to put on tomorrow, but for Steve it was going in one ear and out the other. Steve's cock was still hard. Not just hard really hard, and his back was starting to hurt sitting up trying to conceal it. It got to be too much for Steve so he kind of shifted himself to get more comfortable, but he dropped the sheet in the process. 

"Holy Shit!" Karen exclaimed. "Dude that is one big fucking dick." 

"Karen!" Steve was clearly embarrassed at his co-worker seeing him like this. 

"What...you're the one that's gay dude, not me...Shit!!! I didn't know you were fucking hung like that." 

Steve started stammering, "I..uh." 

"Look we have a big day tomorrow, you have to relax, roll over on your stomach." Karen ordered. 

Karen started to give Steve a back massage to help him relax. "Damn you're tense dude, loosen up." Karen observed. 

Steve shut his eyes and started to relax a bit. "There, that's better." said Karen. 

"Wow, you're really good at this." Steve complimented. 

Karen had taken a few massage therapy classes, so she actually did know what she was doing. Steve was really enjoying the massage when Karen leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Turn over." Steve rolled over on his back to reveal that he was still just as hard as before. "Looks like you're still pretty worked up" said Karen. 

Steve looked down at his rigid penis. "Oh....well I guess..." Karen grabbed Steve's shaft and bent down towards it. Steve was shocked at her movement. "Karen!!! what are you doing?" 

Karen looked up at him. "You get blowjobs from guys don't you?" 

Steve started stammering. "Well yeah...but." 

Karen gave him a push in the chest "So what's the difference...Just lie back and shut the fuck up." 

Karen took Steve's cock in her mouth and started sucking. Steve was enjoying it, Karen could tell that much from his soft moaning and the way his hips were gyrating. Karen was beginning to notice that even though she was giving her friend some pretty good head, if she did say so herself, poor Steve hadn't cum yet. 

"Dude, what's up?" Karen asked Steve as he looked up at her with a frustrated expression. 

"I don't know...I just can't....ugggh I just can't cum!!!" 

Karen put her head on Steve's shoulder. "Oh you poor baby....Look you need to relax, so I have to do this." Karen climbed on top of Steve and straddled him. 

"Karen I don't...." 

"Shhh, look we have a big day tomorrow, you can't be tense." 

Karen guided Steve's penis inside her. "Ooooh Goddamn!!!" Karen said out loud as Steve's swollen sex organ filled her. "You are hard as a rock." Karen didn't waste any time with foreplay, she was bouncing on Steve's cock like a wild woman. She grabbed Steve's chest to give her the leverage to slide up and down on his massive pole, but as hard as she was riding him she still hadn't felt Steve cum. Soon Karen felt herself orgasm. As soon as the waves of pleasure subsided, she lifted herself off of Steve and his still hard penis slid out of her. "You still didn't cum." Karen asked. 

Steve fell back on the bed and put both hands over his face. "Fuuck...I just can't..I don't know what's wrong." 

Karen felt sorry for her friend. "Don't worry honey, I have one more thing I can try." Karen got up and started fumbling through her suitcase. 

Steve was lying on his bed, his dick was throbbing between his legs. It was so hard it actually hurt. "Ugggh I need to shoot this fucking load!!!" Steve screamed out loud. 

"Don't worry baby I'll take care of you." said Karen.

Steve looked up at Karen. "What the fuck." he said out loud. 

Karen had produced a strap-on dildo from her luggage, and was standing there with a giant black cock dangling between her legs. "Don't just stand there looking at me like an idiot gay boy, get your ass in position." Karen ordered. 

Steve jumped up onto all fours and Karen positioned herself behind him. Karen inserted the sex toy into Steve's ass and he immediately let out a loud moan. She only slid it in about three more times before Steve's body tensed up. Karen looked down between his legs to see ropes of cum shooting from his dick. It almost looked like he was peeing cum. Steve was frozen on his hands and knees as 

Karen crawled up on the bed beside him and put her arm around his shoulder. She looked down at the giant puddle of sperm pooled beneath his finally deflating cock. "Daaaaamn dude, that's a lot of fucking cum." 

Steve looked over at her and started to laugh. "Yeah." 

Karen slipped the strap-on off, tossed it across the room and said "Dude, the hotel's gonna be pissed, you better clean that shit up." 

Karen stood up, gave Steve a pat on the butt, walked over, climbed into her bed, and went to sleep.



It's Just Business



*SORT-OF SPOILER ALERT*

Don't mean to give you any...uh...premature elaboration...before you read this story, but after getting more than halfway through writing it, I realized that while this is not an exact carbon-copy of "Home For Christmas," I'll say this, there are several similarities, but I still felt the storyline was different and original enough to be a separate work on its own. Of course, if you haven't read "Home For Christmas" yet, then I'm really not spoiling anything at all. Either way, hope you enjoy!

***

September 1st, 1:12 p.m.

"Your ad's all ready, ma'am," said the exec. "Please proofread it, and if you're completely satisfied, we'll run it, and it should appear within two to three business days."

"Thanks," said Debbie. She read it.

Wanted: Male fitness assistant

Oakland Hills Health Club

1000 Arnold Highway

No experience necessary

HS minimum education

Duties/Tasks description upon interviewing

Schedule/salary negotiable

Contact Deborah Pratt to apply

555-9592/dpratt@-----.org

"Looks great!" said Debbie. She wrote the check.

***

Debbie Alice Pratt and her only sibling Emily managed the Oakland Hills Health Club together. They had inherited it from their Dad, Rich. They briefly wanted to rename it after him when he passed, until they realized just how much effort and time and expense would be involved in the venture, and decided that simply placing a portrait and a plaque at the front desk would be as reverent a tribute, and much easier.

Actually, the club was technically only willed in Emily's name, as she'd supplied all the enthusiasm in running it (and also attended business school), Debbie's interests having lain elsewhere. But Emily eventually brought Debbie aboard with her out of sisterly loyalty—along with another young girl named Beth whom Emily'd already had helping her. Debbie was never as responsible or successful as her big sis—in any way, scholastically, vocationally or financially—and it wouldn't have been by choice, but now being grown up, less qualified and less able to land a means of employment to make a steady living, it finally became necessary for Deb to accept Em's offer to put her to work.

Debbie'd joined Emily behind the front desk at the OHHC around the beginning of the year, the better part of which had passed, so she'd had pretty ample time to learn the ropes. So when Emily decided late August that Deb could adequately handle things on her own with Beth, who mostly circulated and took care of members and visitors, Emily set up and went on her vacation, which she'd originally been planning for the middle of summer.

Emily was married three years. She was the health club manager by day, and a domestic machine by evening. She was always up and active, every moment having to be taking care of something, accomplishing something, getting something done. She had a nice house, a husband and a dog. This was where her kid sister and she could not be more opposite. Debbie was renting a smaller, less furnished and not totally unkempt apartment, where she still often managed to get a bunch of friends together for a blast. She was easily the free-spirited girl in the family, hands down. She was a partygoer, a thrill-seeker and a very, very big (and a very, very aggressive) flirt. She just loved to have fun. She did still have and stick to her limits, though. Most of the time.

It was for reasons like this Emily would greet their members at the club herself, and only herself. Sometimes—not incredibly often, but sometimes—a very attractive man would drop in, and Emily would instinctively call out to him, "WELcome to OAKland Hills HEALTH, SIR!" especially loudly, as Debbie had fallen into a pattern of letting out wolf-whistles directed at such males. As clamping a hand over her sister's mouth proved not exactly her most business-savvy move, Emily simply drowned her out, turning subsequently in her direction with a scolding look on her face. Debbie's reaction, referring to her whistle-greeting, was normally something along the lines of, "What? That's flattering!"

This in mind, usually in stepping away from the front desk for any reason, Emily's instructions to her sister would consist of two words: "Sit!...Stay!"

Emily was unable to grasp just how her sister calculated that hitting on clients equaled better business. Conversely, Debbie could not comprehend how her sister didn't get that pampering a guy's confidence in his physique by complimenting him was in fact just that, better for business. The fact was, they were both right, 50-50. Well, actually, more like 70-30. Lowering a man's (or a woman's) body image would hardly encourage return visits or continued membership, but going overboard on the ego-stroking certainly wasn't necessary either. As Emily tried—unsuccessfully—to explain it to Debbie one day, "A'right, look. Saying, 'You have healthy, attractive structure and muscle tone,' that's okay. Saying, 'Damn, dude, that bod of yours is rippin' tight, how 'bout a closer peek at it,' not quite as okay. Also, calling a guy 'sir?' Good! 'Babe,' 'hunk,' 'hottie,' 'beefcake,' 'sweet thang,' not so much. Got it?"

But as this year with her sis onboard progressed, the issue started to become closer to moot. Business itself wasn't exactly decreasing, but both sisters began to notice that gradually, male attendance was. They were still receiving the same amount if not more of a daily female turnout, which was fine, but...the men were starting to become pretty few and far between—by which Emily was a bit concerned, but Debbie was starting to get pretty darn disappointed and frustrated.

"What is going on?" she asked Em one day in early August. "This makes no sense! Six or seven dozen chicks in here at any given time, most of them with at least halfway hot bodies, showing even more skin than we are—WHERE are the guys?! You'd think we'd have tons of dudes here checking us out, and yet, poof! Gone! I reiterate: what the hell is going on here??"

"Y'know, believe it or not, Deb, not every guy in the world goes to the gym just to gawk at boobies and tushies."

For obvious reasons, Em and Deb both kept themselves in excellent physical shape. Looking naturally rather alike, their faces and curves were not particularly off-putting, either. In fact, Debbie was telling her on an almost regular basis, "Look, if I wanted to see a hot girl in a gym, I'd just look in the mirror. Em, I am drowning in estrogen. This is BOR-ing!"

Emily had a different mindset. She didn't care about scoping out handsome men, but she did care about her establishment possibly earning itself a reputation of being exclusive to women or somehow not being guy-friendly, neither of which was true at all. Oh, there were men who stopped by semi-regularly, but just to briefly perform a supplemental service (janitor, postal worker, electrician, etc.)—men who could not effectively remedy Debbie's testosterone withdrawal. Emily didn't know what caused the maleness drought in the first place, but more recently she was getting worried that if a man should now visit and see at first glance zero others of his kind, he might not feel a hundred percent at ease. And at the same time, she was heaping a good deal of work on Beth's plate, understandably resulting in Beth really being able to use some help, so she thought having a male colleague (perhaps more of them eventually) on staff would be a beneficial decision all around.

August was drawing to a close. While she was overdue for her vacation and really needing it (Deb, frankly, was jealous—"Oh, sure, I'm gonna be stuck here playing Sorority Mom, you're probably gonna meet some super-cute half-naked dolls on the beach, and you're the married one. What a waste."), Emily also wanted very much to work towards resolving this situation, so once she'd accumulated enough trust in her sister to be able to handle this, she made up an advertisement to hire a man to help them out in employ—"a fitness assistant, he'll be for us"—and asked Debbie to place it for her and conduct any interviews that took place during her vacation week. It was still a very difficult decision. Had this been at any other point in the year, she'd insist on conducting the interview herself, but was in desperate need of her vacation, and one of the most important lessons their father taught them was to never lose faith in people, even if they sometimes let you down. And so at this new request, Debbie tried to contain her excitement. Suddenly, she didn't feel quite as jealous anymore. Her face said, "Okay," but her mind said, YESSSSS!

"And Debs," Em said to her shortly before she left, "I am trusting your judgment now, and I am putting my confidence in your hands, so please handle this professionally, and please be a grown woman about it. I'm counting on you, sis."

"You got it, Em." Deb saluted her off with a straight face while mentally rubbing her hands together in glee and anticipation.

Hee hee hee hee heeeeeee...

***

September 9th, 6:49 p.m.

Debbie was bored out of her MIND.

The week was almost over, the ad had been both in the paper and online for six days now, and she hadn't gotten a single nibble yet. And needless to say, the gender climate in the club hadn't budged. And Beth seemed to be doing fine on her own for the moment. Deb felt like she was literally in no-man's-land. And she was HAT-ING-IT...

Well, one more day was almost just about done, to be irritatedly shoved out of its misery with the others. The club opened its doors at 5:00 a.m. and closed them at 7:00 p.m., but every day was feeling like fourteen years, rather than fourteen hours. Most of Debbie's activity consisted of staring at the clock on her desk computer, playing Minesweeper, briefly attending to members, and taking an occasional obligatory glance around to ensure that nothing was catastrophically amiss.

She made a half-hearted PA system announcement that the club would be closing shortly. After the last person left for the day, she dismissed Beth along with them, blew out her breath, made sure things were status quo in the computer system, shut it down, stood up, shoved her chair under the desk, and was about to hit the road—

When the phone rang.

Oh, for God's... she thought. Probably Em. I swear, the woman does not know how to be on vacation! She picked it up. "Y'ELL-o, Oakland Hills Health Club, can I help ya?"

Not Em. A man's voice. "Oh, hi, yeah, uh...is this Deborah?"

UGH. "Deborah." I really hate your guts sometimes, Em. How did she not catch that when she proofread the ad? "Uh, yes, it is—call me Debbie, please."

"Oh, okay, good. Listen, I'm not sure if I'm catching you in time, but I actually just saw your ad for a fitness assistant, just, like, right now, and I wanted to ask if it was too late to apply. Please, if it's not too late, I really need the chance."

WHOA! Debbie was suddenly so stunned by this turn of events she didn't say anything for a second.

The voice said, "...Hello?"

"Uh—YES! Yes, yes, of course!" Deb answered. She grabbed the desk chair and yanked it back out. "SUR—" she controlled her voice. "Sure, it—well, it's not quite too late." The corners of her mouth curled up as she started thinking. "We have had several applicants come in, but haven't concretely settled on anybody just yet," she lied. "Would you like to schedule an interview?"

"Oh, definitely," he said. "As soon as possible. I mean, literally—like, if I had time to get ready, I could come there right now."

Debbie's zeal came out in her voice again, and again she caught it after one syllable. "AWES...some," she finished calmly. "I can certainly squeeze you in tomorrow, after closing. Are you free around twenty-four hours from now?"

"Sure I am, yes," the man said. "Sure, sure. I mean, my schedule's basically wide open, and like I said, I really really need this opportunity."

"Fantastic!" grinned Debbie, now excitedly looking forward to coming to work tomorrow. She grabbed a pen and a Post-It and scribbled down, '9/10'...

"So we'll say about 7:00 tomorrow evening?"

"Oh, that'd be great," he confirmed.

"Outstanding," she said. "And your name, please, sir?"

"Steve," he answered. "Steve Gilliam."

"'Kay...9/10, 7 p.m., Steve Gi-...you wanna spell that for me?" He did.

"Okay, so we're on then. Oh, and Steve, it'll be closing time, like I said, and the sign on the front door's gonna say, 'Closed,' so ignore it, okay? I'll be inside, you'll see me at the front desk, and we'll have the interview."

"Oh, thanks!" he said, sounding relieved. "Seriously, this is a really valuable chance for me. It-it seems like I can't get a job to save my life right now. I mean, I'm just a few months fro—"

He suddenly stopped talking. "I'm...sorry, sorry. I probably shouldn't be saying that—"

"Oh, no, it's okay," said Debbie, peeling the Post-It off the pad and sticking it to the top left corner of the computer monitor. "No biggie. So I will see you tomorrow, 7:00 p.m. Cool?"

"More than cool!" he acquiesced. "Thanks so much again."

"Okay, thank you too, Steve."

"'Kay, bye!" Click.

Debbie heard the click. She let the phone fall on the desk, threw her chair back just far enough that it didn't crash to the floor, and tossed up her hands with an excited, "YAY!"

She suddenly realized she had to use the women's. She ran to the restroom, came back a few minutes later, made sure she had everything, departed for the evening, locked the door and started to her car, when...an inspiration struck her.

She grabbed her cell and looked in its address book for the number she wanted.

Ring...ring... "'Lo?"

"Trace! Debs." Traci was one of Debbie's best friends and also one of her best rowdy buddies, another fun-lovin' gal—and just as big a flirt as Debbie was, if not bigger, who worked in a doctor's office by day and partied with Debbie and other comrades of theirs by night.

"Hey, girl!" said Traci. "What'cha doin'?"

"That was my question," answered Deb with a chuckle. "You busy tomorrow night at 7:00?"

***

September 10th, 6:52 p.m.

Surprisingly light day for a Saturday. An interminable Saturday. Debbie had been counting down the minutes all day. She had needed to be at the club starting every day this week at 5:00 in the morning, and mercifully Em would be back on Monday to relieve her. The morning shift was normally handled by Emily, and then Debbie would usually join her around 11:00. Fortunately for Emily, she didn't need as much nightly sleep to function as most did. Debbie had tossed out more yawns this week than in the entire eight months she'd worked here. But at least she was getting some serious overtime; this was going to be one fat paycheck.

Sixty seconds later, in dropped Traci. "Yo," she waved.

"Hi babe!" said Debbie. "D'ya get the stuff?"

"All here," said Traci, handing her a couple shopping bags.

Traci was quite easy to spot. She was very bubbly, very affectionate, very feminine, and very blonde.

"You sure we should be doing this, though?" she asked Deb. "I mean, if Em knew what we were up to I think she'd crucify us."

"Yeah, maybe, but she can't do a damn thing about it from three hundred miles away," winked Deb. "Besides, I've got it all worked out." She spoke into the PA microphone. "Your attention, please, everyone, the club will be closing in just about five minutes. Thanks very much." There were only about nine or ten people left, who began wrapping up their workouts and making their final trips to the restroom.

Another few minutes crept by, and the remaining members—and Beth—filtered out. When the last person finally passed through the door, Debbie rose and flipped the 'Please come in, we're OPEN!' sign around to 'Sorry, we're CLOSED!' When she returned, they went through the bags together to make sure they had everything.

"Okay, now, remember," she told Traci, "You don't have to say much, but you're my co-worker, we've been working here together since January." Traci nodded and threw her an A-OK signal. Debbie dug through the bags until she found the first thing she wanted—two small packages of stick-on white-tipped fingernail extensions, which they both applied to their indigenous nails.

To the right of the entrance and the front desk in the club was a fairly large built-in room forming the right-front corner of the building, which was originally intended to be put to an expedient use, but really hadn't ended up being used for much at all. Well, it was going to be now. Debbie opened its door all the way, careful with the fake nails, until the knob touched the wall. She brought the shopping bags into this room, then peeked outside its window, saw only the front outside parking lot, cleared out to just their two cars, turned its blind closed and returned to the front area with Traci.

She was getting antsy. She was up and pacing back and forth, a little too eager to remain sitting. The truth was, Debbie wasn't totally sure about this either, but she kept telling herself this guy really really needed the interview, like he told her, and she was going to make this a hell of a lot of fun. They made a little more idle chitchat until 7:01. A third car at that minute made its way into the lot.

"That's gotta be him!" Debbie said.

Sure enough, once parked, a fellow in his mid-to-late-20s hopped out, trotting up to the door at the same time Deb went to meet him. He was just about to open the door when she beat him to it. "Steve, I presume?"

He nodded with a quick breath. "'S me!" He was in a dress shirt and tie, slacks and black shoes.

"Hi there!" she smiled, nice and ear to ear, yanking this door the rest of the way open as well, holding out her hand. "Wonderful to meet you—I'm Debbie Pratt, we spoke on the phone yesterday..."

It felt very good shaking his hand. After almost an entire week of pretty much no male presence whatsoever, just the simple situation of having a man in their building and the least bit of physical contact with him gave her a warm feeling inside. He was rather attractive as well. He may not have been a ten, but couldn't be any less than halfway between a seven and an eight. She glanced down at his fingers, and then snuck a peek at the fingers of his other hand.

"...and I'd like you to meet my associate, Traci Woods." Traci stood up to greet him. DAMN, major cutie! her heart thought. Wow! Steve may have been a seven-and-a-half on Debbie's scale, but on Traci's he was definitely no lower than a nine. She offered her hand like the proper lady she was pretending to be and curtsied.

"Very nice to meet you, ladies," he said. "Steve Gilliam. I'm-I'm sorry, I know I'm a minute or two late here, it really wasn't my fault, the whole—"

Debbie held up a hand. "Oh, that's okay! Don't worry about it at all. Really, you're fine. It's not like we're pressed for time," she assured him. "Unless you have to be somewhere else after this?"

He shook his head emphatically. "No, no, I'm all yours."

"Oh, terrific!" she said. Hee hee heeeee...

She led them to the room in the back corner to which she'd just opened the door and hid the shopping bags. "Now, if you'd like to come this way with us, we'll go ahead and get started."

Inside the room, right smack dab in the middle, was a rather sizable, fortuitously placed circular table of smoothly polished wood. It was about seven feet long in diameter, and the room was roughly twenty to twenty-one feet square. So if this room were divided into nine equally smaller squares, three by three, the table would fit neatly in the center square. Around the table were five or six identical reception chairs, padded on the seat and back, legs arching on either side, forming the armrests. Debbie motioned one of them for Steve to have a seat, and she and Traci took seats in chairs across from him.




It's Just Business



"Well, Steve, let's just go ahead and chat for a little bit first," began Deb, "Do you have a résumé for us?"

"Uh, I'm afraid not, actually," he admitted. "Fact is, I really don't have much experience in anything except for working in the fast food industry for a few months six years ago. I know how underqualified I am, but I just have to keep trying and looking and hope someone gives me a shot."

"Oh, well, you're not necessarily underqualified right off the bat, Steve," chimed Traci in. "Don't sell yourself short."

"That's right," added Debbie. "Like the ad said, there's no experience required. Do you have a high school diploma?"

"Yes," he said.

"Well, there you go," said Debbie. "You're already more qualified than you thought. Is that your highest level of education?"

"Erm...sort of," he hesitated. "I completed several college courses, but in the end I...just couldn't afford to finish. My grades were pretty average at best. I didn't qualify for student loans or financial aid or anything. So, I don't have any college degrees."

"Well, if you did your best, that's still all anyone can ask," said Traci with a smile, trying to be nothing less than super-sweet to him, really really hoping he'd like her.

Steve smiled back, feeling more comfortable. So far, they were making this pretty easy on him.

"Also correct," agreed Deb. "So then, where did you work six years ago?"

"Wendy's."

"Did you enjoy your time there? Was it a productive experience for you?" Traci asked him.

"Oh, well, I guess so," he said. "The supervisor and the rest of the staff were pretty nice and good to work with. And some of the customers were more polite than others, but the customer's of course always right in the service industry," he noted, secretly a tidbit resentful of this rule, but careful to convey only sincerity in his tone.

They smiled and nodded. "Very good," commented Debbie. "You see, Steve, that tells me that you did take away the number one customer service rule from your brief tenure at Wendy's. So you really are a bit more eligible for this position than you may be thinking. So let me tell you a little about the job. What we're looking for is something of a liaison for our clients. As you saw when you came in, this is a health club-slash-gym, and we are managing things ourselves, but a good deal of our time is taken up in administrative tasks, and so we don't have much left to help our members. Basically, what we need is a gentleman with a good, positive outlook and a friendly manner who can associate with our members, show them around, demonstrate exercise equipment, lead them in group workouts, that kind of thing."

Steve nodded attentively as she went on. Deb decided for now to insouciantly sidestep the fact that their clients were currently 99.9% women, reasoning with herself there'd be plenty of time to ease into that later. "Now, we're aware of course that you're rather unexperienced, and so we'd afford a fair deal of time to properly train you. In the meantime, we would provide you with some of the administrative duties I was alluding to before. Now Steve, do you have a desired salary?"

"Well, I don't want to ask for the moon in terms of money," he said, "But if it's as low as, like, $15,000, I probably might as well just stay home, 'cause I think I'd end up losing money on it. Y'know, gas prices and mileage and all."

"Oh? How far away do you live, may we ask?" queried Traci.

"In Davidsonville. About fourteen miles," he said.

"Oh goodness," said Debbie, "That is a good little distance to come to work each day, yes."

"You're telling me," he said. "But if I have any chance of getting it, I told you how much I need the job."

"Well, we do pretty well here financially," she said. "I think we could offer you somewhere from $25,000 to $30,000 annual starting wage if we decided to hire you. Do you have a preferred schedule, or certain hours you'd like to work as opposed to others?"

"Mm, not really," he said. "I mean, I seriously am very flexible. Wide open with things like time."

"Wonderful. Okay then..." She motioned to Traci, and the two of them rose from the table. "Follow us, please." They led him back out and into a corner of the main exercise area, where there stood a balance scale and a wall-attached ruler from five feet upwards.

"'Kay, Steve, go ahead and take off your shoes and hop on," requested Debbie. He obliged, and she slid the pound and ounce abaci to the accurate point. "174. Very good, and now please go ahead and stand against the wall, straight up," she said, indicating the ruler. He again did as she said. "5'10". Thank you very much. You can put your shoes back on now, and we'll show you around."

She told him more about the club as they circumnavigated the interior. "So if you were to join our team, Steve," she explained, "It goes without saying you'd have a free membership for all of our facilities and services, to take advantage of in your free time. As you can see, we've got a generous variety of machines and equipment to offer, steam room, shower stalls, break lounge."

"Pretty impressive," he remarked.

"We like it," smiled Traci, amusing herself with the irony that she didn't work here. Eventually, they made their way back around to the interview room again.

"So, Steve," said Deb, as they sat back down, "We do put a lot of effort into making our amenities as attractive as possible. I hope that was apparent in our tour."

"Definitely," said Steve. "I've gotta say, I didn't really—but this is a compliment, it is—I didn't expect it to be this big."

Traci giggled. "Ooh!" she replied, glancing at Debbie. Debbie threw her a look that said, Not yet.

"I hope I have at least a shot at it," he said.

Deb smirked. "Well, I won't lie to you, Steve..." Well, not THIS time, she thought. "...your chances don't actually look that bad."

His eyebrows arched. "Really?"

"Indeed. Though there is, I must inform you now, a second part of the interview...a bit more involved and physical, if you're up to it."

"Sure, sure," he said. "Anything."

Deb and Traci had to keep their lips from grinning at that word.

"Only if you are certain, Steve," Debbie added. "'Cause what we're going to ask you to do in this next interview segment is a rather unorthodox procedure."

"Okay..." he said discreetly.

"All righty," said Deb. "This being a gym and health club, Steve, it is absolutely essential that all staff members keep themselves in healthy shape. Now, you don't have to be model-thin, but being at least reasonably trim is a must. Certainly, you could see how that makes sense. Hence, why we've taken your height and weight."

He nodded. "Yeah..."

"We haven't earned our success here, Steve, by settling for mediocrity. And for this reason, the next part of the interview process through which we put our applicants is more...intimate, shall we say."

He raised his eyebrows again. "...How intimate?"

"Well, to start with," said Debbie, "In order to verify your level of physical fitness for ourselves..." She tweaked the ends of the pen she was holding between both index fingers and crossed her legs. "...we're going to need to have a look at your body."

Steve was a little taken aback, but after a beat he nonetheless stood up, held out his arms at a short distance, slowly turned around counter-clockwise until he was facing them again. He held out his arms again as if to say, "How's that?"

"Uh-huh, yes, that's very good," said Traci, "But, uh, I'm afraid we're going to need to see a little more than that."

Still standing, Steve's eyes widened a few centimeters. "You...uh...you-you-...you want me to..." He gestured to himself.

"Right, Steve," Deb told him. "As I mentioned, we'll have to see your actual...body."

Steve wasn't expecting that. His mouth slipped open, eyes darting back and forth. "Uh...but...I, uh..."

"You did tell me after all just how desperate you are for this job, and...well, this happens to be part of the requirements."

"You can start with just your tie and your shoes and ease into it, if you'd like," added Traci.

Steve swallowed. "Are y-...uh...are you...going to need to see, eh..." He gestured to himself once more, indicating.

"Well," Debbie gave him a quick once-over up and down with her eyes. "Let's start out nice and easy, like Traci said, work our way down, and just..." She shrugged matter-of-factly. "...see how it goes."

Steve remained stationary for the moment. Debbie said, "This is just business, Steve. Just keep that in mind. It's not personal at all, in any way, it's just business."

Steve was pretty unsure about this nevertheless, but he did slowly undo and remove his necktie and slipped off his shoes again.

"Good!" smiled Traci. "See, that wasn't so difficult."

"You can take your time, Steve," said Deb. "Go ahead and continue anytime you're ready."

Steve hesitated still. "I just don't know..."

Debbie went on, straight-faced. "I understand your apprehension, Steve, I very much do. I'm sorry that we have to be hard-nosed about it, but...if you insist on remaining dressed, we're going to have to presume that you're not serious about the job."

Steve could see that he wasn't left with much of a choice. He took his socks off next. Then he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt from the top down. When he reached the bottom of the shirt, he plucked it out of his slacks. He self-consciously slipped his arms out of the sleeves and completely took off the shirt. He stood still for a moment, looking back at them, holding it by the collar.

"Okay. All right, that's good," said Debbie. Pause. She waved him on. "Go on, continue."

Steve reluctantly unthreaded his belt from the loops, added it to his pile of clothes, hooked his fingers into the front of the slacks' waist to unfasten them. Eventually, down they slid.

Once he straightened back up, they saw that he was wearing tight whites underneath. Once more, they kept holding back their mouths from forming into grins, though their heartbeats were slowly accelerating as they examined the shape of the front of those tight whites. Again, he regarded them uncertainly.

They nodded. "Go ahead," repeated Debbie, gently and reassuringly. "It's okay. Just business, remember."

"Can I, eh...can I turn around?" he asked.

Debbie and Traci glanced at one another. "Sure, that's fine," Debbie said. "Sooner or later, it won't make a difference, but if it makes you feel more comfortable right now, go ahead."

Steve sighed nervously. He turned his back on them, shut his eyes, brought the briefs down the first several difficult inches, then it wasn't so tough to take them completely off either. His back was to them, but as he lifted his legs to take them out, Traci and Debbie did catch a preview of his dangling manhood. And now that he wasn't looking at their faces, they did grin, silently giggling to each other.

Finally, he covered his crotch with his hands, turned around, redder in the cheeks, and faced them again. It looked to him like they were trying not to smile.

Debbie nodded at him again. "Okay, Steve," she said, "Now just stand still, and don't be alarmed..." She got up from her chair and half-circled the table over to his right. "...'S nothing to worry about..." He was finding it challenging to not be alarmed.

"Like I said, again, just...business..." she inscrutably reiterated, more closely studying him up and down. "Remember...you, need, this, job." She reminded herself that for now, his off-limits regions were just that. She forced herself to behave and not immediately grab him between the legs like a madwoman. Instead, she ran a fingernail (extension) lightly from his right shoulder blade down his back until she got to his waist, at which he quivered a little, and she saw him rising up just a tad under his hands. "Hmmm..." she said, pretending to be pensive, scanning the shape of his body, being serious on the outside and enjoying it immensely on the inside. She smoothed her hands over his arm to get the feel of his muscle tone, then squatted down to rub his leg. "Not bad..." he heard her say. Still squatting, she held onto his leg for balance and her palm made its way from the side of the leg up to the waist, then down the thigh.

"Nice," she commented with a nod. She stood up, thoroughly viewing and Braille-reading his chest next, followed by his stomach. When she rode the long nails across his abdomen, he reflexively sucked it in and chuckled.

"Tickle?"

He nodded sheepishly. When she finished, she cordially rested a hand on his shoulder and remarked, "Steve, you are looking pretty solid to me. I'd say your chances of landing this job have solidified as well, not to mention your, uh..." She caught herself looking down, and abruptly flipped her gaze up to her gal pal. "Trace? Wanna have a look at him?"

By this time, his hands were having trouble completely concealing his nether-region. He was nervous as he saw that Traci had the same long fingernails. He sort of wanted her to touch him too, but also didn't. He couldn't help but wonder just how not "personal" this interview was—or so they claimed. As for Traci, she did very much want to look at him up close, but she was also a little concerned with how he felt about it. "Well, only if that's all right with you, Steve."

He honestly didn't know, and told them so. Traci said, "Well, then, let's just go ahead and move on. Deb and I very much trust each other's judgment." Besides, I'm sure there'll be time to get real close and friendly later.

Debbie came back around next to Traci and sat down. "All right, Steve, now I think we're going to need you to perform a few short exercises for us. For example, could you give us some...jumping jacks?"

Steve didn't say anything right away. He looked down at his hands, which, still over his genitalia, had now been pushed out several inches from the rest of him.

Debbie continued, trying to sound as professional and formal and businesslike as she could, even though she was loving how kinky this was getting. She thought about the size and shape of his erection when they would inevitably see it, and the mental image gave her the slightest lovely twinge in the nipples. "Steve, if you're worried about putting your whole self on display, you needn't be. We are big girls, after all. We can handle the sight of a penis like adults. It's not like we've never seen it before."

"Of course, Steve," added Traci, "We're all grown-ups here. We've all seen plenty of this."

Steve regardless didn't think he could do this and make eye contact at the same time, so he lowered his gaze, shifting his eyes back and forth, and returned his hands to his sides, letting his now very stiff member bounce out.

"Good. There, see?" he heard one of them say. He still felt embarrassed, even though they told him there was no reason to be. He couldn't help it. He moved his eyes everywhere about the rest of the room: wall to wall, ceiling, window blind, unoccupied chairs, back to the floor. The other one said, "Now, if you want, you can do some jumping jacks for us. But if there's...not enough blood in your legs to work them out right now, we can do something else instead. Feel like doing some...push-ups for us? Tummy crunches? Sit-ups, anything like that?"

"Yeah, I, uh..." he said, trying to decide where to look, "I think the crunches would probably be better first."

"Okay, good," said Debbie. They stood again and returned to his side of the table, and Deb turned the chair in which he'd been sitting to the side. "Now hang tight, and I'll go grab you a mat," she said, slipping open the door and trotting out. The expression made Steve redden a little, thinking she was communicating a little innuendo, but "hang tight" was such a casual common phrase of Debbie's, she didn't even notice the double significance it held at that moment.

Steve was still feeling awkward in the situation. If all of them or even two of them were naked, or they were all still dressed, it of course wouldn't feel very uncomfy at all. When Deb ran out temporarily and he was standing completely naked, hands at his sides, his stiffened penis right out in the open in front of just Traci, in a way it almost felt even more uncomfy. He looked up at Traci. He thought he caught her looking at his crotch, but she looked right back at him with a friendly smile.

He could not have fathomed what Traci was thinking. For all he knew she was just being professional like Debbie, but instead Traci's mind, she was having to repeatedly force herself not to start kissing and groping him. He was just that attractive to her. Fortunately, only about twenty to thirty seconds later, Debbie returned, opened the door the entire way, proclaimed, "Here we go!" and slid in a six-foot gym mat on its side. She let it fall in front of the chair.

"There y'are, Steve, go ahead and lay down, heels on the chair. We'll hold on to your feet and legs for you." He lowered himself down and did so, as did they. "Okay," said Debbie, "Go ahead and begin whenever you're ready. Don't worry about how many you can or can't do, just begin and continue until you can't do any more."

As he brought himself to the appropriate crunch position, his penis and balls descended beneath his raised legs, where they remained tucked. Deb and Traci smiled at each other at how adorable the sight was.

Traci spoke. "A'right, Steve, let me just get a firm grasp on your ankles here, so I can help you out..." She sat up on her knees. She pulled his feet a few inches higher up on the chair seat with his toes, letting her hand idly drift down the bottoms of his feet, half accidentally and half intentionally grazing his soles with her nails. He giggled out loud.

"Oh gosh, sorry," Traci apologized, playing innocent. "Did I get'cha that time?"

Again, he shyly smiled affirmatively. He got underway with his crunches. The women watched with admiration and intrigue. He went on with them for a good little while.

"You know, I really am quite impressed with the muscularity in your legs, Steve," said Deb, giving his calves a squeeze. "I'm starting to think you could indeed be very, very valuable in our capacity." It was her turn to engage in a mischievous act of pretense. She mustered up her nerve, made-believe she lost her grip on him, let go of one of his calves, snuck her hand beneath his legs and copped a mild but definitely noticeable feel on him, both the cock and testicles together, quick, discreet and ladylike. He let out a gasp in mid-crunch. Traci threw a hand over her mouth in impish amusement.

"OH my goodness!" exclaimed Debbie, trying to keep her face straight, a task heaped with more and more difficulty each moment. "I am SO sorry, Steve, my hand just slipped right off your leg!"

Steve resumed his crunches. He let out a small, nervous, closed-lip chuckle, feeling jittery but trying to be polite. He performed a few more, then finally removed his hands from behind his neck and let his body rest on the floor.

When they realized he was finished, Debbie and Traci released his legs and gave him a small round of applause. "Well done, Steve," Deb congratulated. "Do you want to do another exercise for us right now, or, we could take a short break, if you'd like?"

Steve wanted to do whatever it took to get this over with and be allowed to put his clothes back on, and hopefully so that he could also still attain the job, so he said, "I could do something else...like what?"

"Well, I think push-ups would be good," decided Debbie. "Don't you, Trace?"

"Absolutely," agreed Traci, starting to become turned on.

"All right, so Steve, why don't'cha hop up, and—oh, y'know what? Why don't you do them up there on the table? That way, we can have a better view of your activity." She read the startled expression on Steve's face at this suggestion. "Oh, don't worry," she said. "This table is incredibly sturdy. It can hold up to 300 pounds."




It's Just Business



Oh well, Steve thought. He had been apprehensive about a number of things in this interview, but so far nothing had gone disastrously wrong. He waited while Debbie straightened the mat out across the table, and then the two ladies held it steady while he climbed up on top of it. He started to get into position.

"Oh, just a moment, Steve," said Deb. "Before you do any push-ups, do me a favor please and hold still for me for a sec." He obeyed. She picked up his necktie and came around behind his feet. "Steve, would you mind putting your feet together for me?"

He did so, shifting a little bit so as not to pinch his genitals between his thighs. She said, "Okay, good. Now, just to help you out a little, I'm going to do something here."

Steve turned his head as far as he could around, not sure how he should be feeling about this.

"Don't panic, Steve..." she began.

"Don't panic"? Oh, geez, he worried. "What's going on?" he asked.

"Nothing to worry about..." said Deb. She threaded the necktie around his ankles in a figure eight pattern. "What I'm going to do here is just tie your ankles together." He was about to react, but Deb said, "Just let me explain for a second, Steve." She continued tying as she laid this out for him. "Y'see, in the standard push-up, there's a lot of debate on whether feet should be kept together or apart. Most people have a natural tendency to keep them far apart, 'cause it's easier and I'm willing to bet it doesn't strike them as making that much of a difference. What they probably don't know though is, a much more effective workout is actually achieved with the feet together. With your body in a straight line and your limbs all pointing the same way like this, it may be tougher, but your core is going to be strengthened a lot more. Aside from that, remember to always keep your arms and back straight as well."

Wow, really? Traci thought. I didn't know that.

Debbie finished tying his ankles. "There...now..." she rested a palm lightly on his calf. "Again, don't worry about how many, just do them till you can't anymore, and take your time. Don't try to rush."

"Okay," he said. He took a breath, lowered himself and began. Deb and Traci stood on either side of him, examining his body in action. Before long, they were examining him manually once again. He felt a nail run down his spine, and another up the inside of his leg. He started to react.

"Just keep going with your push-ups, Steve," Debbie instructed. "We're just continuing to ascertain your body's performance."

He took her word for it and went on. The long nails made him nervous. They scared him and also excited him a little at the same time. They felt a little like insects crawling on him. Especially feeling multiple ones simultaneously. He had not at first realized just how susceptible he was to them. He'd never thought his body was this sensitive or ticklish before. Debbie'd asked Traci to get them while she was out for just this reason, because she knew long nails drove lots of guys wild. Push-up after push-up, soon a frightening thought occurred to him. He was exposed and extremely defenseless in this position. He couldn't help but be a little scared. Debbie and Traci really could do absolutely anything to him they wanted right now. And he couldn't just jump up and run, because his feet were tied together. He was expecting things to remain professional, but he was also starting to wonder if Debbie was telling him the truth earlier when she grabbed him because she said her hand slipped.

But ten seconds later, he didn't have to wonder anymore. The nails of one of their hands danced from his lower back to his bottom, subtly slid down, and sure enough, he felt one rake the underside of his penis.

He gasped and jumped. "Wha-hey!" he exclaimed.

He heard one of their voices, suddenly sounding darker and lower than before. "Just keep going, Steve."

What was going on here? "But-but-..." he stammered. "You...touched my..."

The terrible question came before he could finish. "How bad do you need this job, Steve?"

He halted in mid-push. "I-...I don't really know if—"

He was cut off. One of the nails went down the sole of his right foot. He broke up in laughter and almost collapsed on the mat.

"Remember what we've been saying, Steve," Debbie advised him. "It's not personal whatsoever. It's just...business."

With that, at the emphasized word "business," she took both of his testicles in her hand and lightly dug her nails into them. Not enough to injure him, just enough to give him a good scare. Steve tightened up. He had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. If only he knew how well-founded his previous apprehensions had been. At this moment they had him right where they wanted him. Had he looked back at Debbie's face, he would have now seen a very evil, wicked smile. Traci was smiling too, but hers was more playful and frisky than evil.

Debbie pressed her nails into his balls a little tighter for a second, and then relented. "Keep going."

A ping of agony stung him. He whispered a forced "ow" and hastily relaunched into the calisthenics.

"There's a good boy," Debbie muttered under her breath. "Actually, Steve, you're kinda getting off easy with this, 'cause if it wasn't too cruel, we'd be pumping your balls and tickling your feet like this after every single one."

Once he was steadily continuing again, the grip on his balls loosened and eventually, Debbie let him go. She slipped her hands around either side of his upper body and brought her fingers from his underarms down to his ribcage, slowly and excruciatingly tickling him. He laughed some more, having to concentrate very hard to keep his balance. They were really testing his endurance. Traci meanwhile was remaining by his feet. The high sensitivity in the bottoms of the feet—only intensified more by the fact that his toes on the mat were stretching out the skin of the soles and made them extra vulnerable—thrilled her inside. It made her feel powerful. And just taking it the view of how they were tied up together, knowing he couldn't move or escape if attacked, made her melt. It was so cute she wanted to eat him up.

Traci wanted to feel the handful of cock herself too, but she figured she'd get a chance at that later. Debbie was sneaking her hands under his ribs, softly rubbing and scratching his belly, and he was giggling...he didn't seem to be that actively doing the push-ups anymore, but they didn't seem to mind so much now either. Traci smiled lovingly at him and smoothed the palms of her hands over his feet, tops and bottoms, toying with him by letting her nails down on the skin as lightly as she could, then back up again. She repeated this pattern as Deb was about to go south on him and rake his crotch again, but it was at this point he decided to stop. He let himself down all the way, and dropped his arms and feet flat on the mat.

Noticing again he was done, the ladies gave him another round of cheers and applause. "WOW," chuckled Debbie, her voice lighter and more friendly again. "Steve, my friend, I've gotta hand it to you, you are a trooper! I half-expected you to just stop after we started poking and prodding at your body like that."

His arms at his sides, Steve turned his head in her direction. "You didn't say anything about any of this on the phone."

"Ohhh," she said sympathetically, caressing him with the top of her hand, "I'm very sorry, Steve, but, let's be honest now, no matter how bad you might have needed this job, if I had told you about it, would you have come?"

He didn't know. He was starting to get a little too tired to think. Deb said, "Okay, I'll be just right back in another minute, guys. Trace, keep him occupied, would you? Something tells me you won't have too much trouble with that."

"Okay!" Traci pranced around the table up to his face and kneeled down by him.

"I'll be right back again, Steve," Debbie said, teasingly stroking his foot, making him giggle again. She opened the door and popped out. When Steve opened his eyes again and noticed Traci's face three inches from his, his eyebrows leapt and he flinched.

Traci crossed her arms on the table and put her head on them next to his, settling in for another good long drink of his masculinity which held such fascination for her. Their noses touched. "You have a gorgeous smile," he heard her say softly. "D'you know that?"

"Um...thanks," he said. "Hey, listen, uh, Traci? Is-...is this still a job interview?"

Debbie reentered a few minutes later, this time with a towel which she draped over the chair Steve was sitting in. She proceeded to dig out the next item they'd be putting to use, four very soft but very durable silk scarves. She sneakily handed two of them to Traci, then untied Steve's feet. Once she'd taken the tie off his ankles, she patted his left one and instructed, "All right, Steve, you can climb down now."

"Whew...thanks," he breathed, making his way down off the table.

"Could you use a bathroom break at all right now?" she asked.

"Uh...I don't think so," he said, putting his feet on the floor.

"All right then, go ahead and sit down."

He noticed the towel laid over the chair, and dropped into it. He lolled his head on the back of the chair and shut his eyes. "Feels good to be able to move my feet again," he said as Debbie and Traci sat down on either side of him.

"Don't get too used to it," Deb advised. With hardly a second lost, they both took an ankle and started wrapping them in the scarves and pinning them—just tightly enough—to the chair legs. Steve popped his eyes open and peered down.

"What, again??" he asked in disbelief. "What is with all the tying me up?"

"Steve, we apologize in advance; we hate having to do this," Debbie told him, "But once having gotten this far through the interview, it would be a real shame to let you become too freaked out by the final segment."

When they finished on his ankles, they put the other two scarves to work tying his wrists down to the armrests.

"Oh, for Heaven's sake," Steve lamented, looking up to the sky as if to pray without the use of his hands, "Can't you just, like, tell me what it is? I don't think anything could freak me out any more right now. Is all this really necessary?"

Once they finished with his wrists, they remained kneeling at his sides. "'Fraid so," said Deb. "Now, Steve, do us a favor, please, and try as hard as you can to get yourself out, so we can make sure we've tied them tight enough."

He did try. First he tried mildly hard, harder, harder still, gradually just harder and harder until finally he had spent too much energy and gave up. "Nope..." he replied. "I can't."

"Excellent," said Debbie. "Now scoot yourself up close to the edge of the seat, Steve. The final interview segment—and after this we'll let you get dressed and go home—but the last installment here...is the, eh...drug test."

A little bemused, Steve asked, "...Well, what's such a big deal about that?"

"Actually, nothing. In fact, you can give that to us in a urine sample a little bit later. Right now, though, first, we're going to do...one more thing."

Pause. "One more thing that I have to be tied up for?" he inquired.

"Yes." Debbie took a breath, then told him, "We're going to take a sperm sample from you right now."

"Wha—?" Steve had to double-check to made sure he'd just heard what he thought he'd heard. "Did you say 'sperm sample?'"

"That's right," Traci chimed in. "And, um..." she paused for a little self-amusement, watching his penis twitch, stroking a finger down the length of it. Touching it herself for the first time felt very nice. "...I'm going to administer the manual activity for you." At which she was actually much more skilled than would be surmised about her. She worked as a nurse trainee, and along with the knowledge she'd accumulated on the subject, one of her hobbies was meeting an attractive man at parties and asking if she could try out her hand skill on him. Needless to say, nary a one had ever declined. And so she had developed quite a handy (pun intended) penchant for performing a manual masturbation on a man.

They were right, Steve thought. He was even more freaked out now. And if he could have, he would have tried to get up and run off somewhere. Where he would run without his clothes, he didn't know, but...oh, it didn't matter. "Uh...I, uh..." he stammered, "I-I really don't think I wanna do that."

The women looked at each other, then back at him. "Sorry, Steve, maybe you didn't understand us completely," elaborated Deb. "You see, we're not asking you if you'd like to give us a sperm sample. It's non-negotiable. There's no choice involved. We're going to take it whether you like it or not. Why do you think we tied you up, after all?"

Traci didn't really want to have to have tied him down to the chair and forced him into this, but at the same time, the sight of him naked in the chair and his wrists and ankles with the scarves around them, holding him in place, was another very pleasing slab of eye candy for her.

Steve whipped his head back and forth at them incredulously. "W-...what the—...y-..." He couldn't find the words he wanted. Eventually, he said, "You're—...that's inSANE! For God's sake, WHY?!"

"Oh, you'll find out," said Debbie, as Traci started petting his penis. He wanted to jerk away, just as a reflex, but as he thought it through, he realized it really wouldn't do any good. He startled struggling against the scarves again. He heard Deb's voice. "Remember, Steve...it's just business."

Traci felt a little bad for him, because she really didn't want to make him uneasy, but she didn't think she could resist giving him her hand-love, either. She caressed his upper arm tranquilly and said, "It's all right, Steve, take it easy. We know how creepy this might seem, but if you just sit back and cooperate, everything'll be fine. It'll be over before you know it. And it won't hurt one bit. In fact, quite the contrary." She smiled her tender smile again, trying to charm him with her eyes.

Steve could not take it easy. "My God, you two are crazy!" he shouted.

Debbie brought another chair around to place right opposite Steve's, two feet from him, as Traci started re-fondling him. "You might feel that way now, Steve, my friend, but I've a feeling your outlook's going to be very different very soon," said Deb.

Steve starting bucking the chair. Still petting him, the sudden jerking movement of the chair caused Traci to almost badly injure him with her nails. She gasped. "My gosh, Steve, please calm down!" she commanded, genuinely scared. "I almost impaled you!"

That managed to settle him down some. He finally obediently sat still. Traci waited a moment, then she carefully began palming his manhood. "Thank you, Steve," she said, quiet and relieved. Steve was still feeling very tense, but it was plain to see that he had no control or say in the situation. They clearly had no intention of letting him go without drawing out his masculine essence, and so he started thinking he would just have to let them. Embarrassed and humiliated as he was, he tried to slow his breathing down. Although it wasn't easy, as his penis was starting to potently harden up again.

Debbie fetched the next necessity from the bags, a bottle of warm, soothing, lubricating skin lotion and handed it to Traci. She applied a fairly liberal dose of it to his cock and began rubbing it up and down and around, covering the entirety. Once it was wholly coated, Traci fastened a firm yet cozy grip on him and started stroking. And before too much longer, the inevitable: the pleasure very slowly began overcoming the discomfort. Before Steve knew it, indeed, his eyesight became hazy. He felt dizzier now with the added tingling sensations being propelled to further and further extents throughout his body. He let himself descend to the back of the chair, dropping his heavy eyelids closed, bringing himself to surrendering his will.

"'Atta boy," said Debbie gingerly as she took her seat right in front of Steve. The girls were right; Steve's attitude was very quickly changing for the more positive. Traci's left hand was flat, palm-down, directly above his penis, cradling its base right between her index finger and thumb. Her right hand was of course handling the main activity, and Steve was starting to feel very secure and comfy and warm in her adept hand. And yet, the following sensation did none less than double the intensity: Deb took his testicles in her hands, tickling them with half her nails and stimulating him further beneath with the rest, scraping over his perineum and as close to his prostate as she could reach. She together with Traci sent him, more quickly than imagined, into an unrestrainable hysteria of hungry passion. Ten minutes ago, he thought these two were, for lack of a better description, sick. Now he was sixty seconds from melting in their hands.

He thought he heard them uttering some words, which he didn't know if were directed to him or to each other, but he was also unable to care. He was actually still wriggling against the scarves holding him in place, but now more in an expression of exploding desire than an attempt to escape. Being a single, unattached man, he masturbated himself sporadically often, when he wasn't pounding the proverbial pavement looking for employment, and this evening had made about three days since his most recent climax. He couldn't remember ever having one solitary woman, let alone two, bestowing such an astonishing and incredible joie de vivre upon him. He never knew a sexual experience could feel this forbiddenly good. He never knew anything could.

He was no longer in control of his movements, emotions or boundaries. His brain was (literally) thoughtlessly flinging lust-loaded expletive fragments through his lips, amid soundless yet audible gasps of ecstasy. His head was rolling about his neck and shoulders as if detached from the rest of his body. Traci was meanwhile reading the signs leading up to his approaching orgasmic zenith, and she eagerly motioned to Debbie. Loath as she was to unhand him, she ran back to the bags. Steve noticed the sudden missing indescribable tingle beneath his balls, and his moans of joy turned momentarily to wheezes of confusion and objection.

"Don't worry, honey, she's coming right back," Traci told him, her wrist starting to delightfully ache. Debbie frantically grabbed what she needed next: a sanitary medical glove, which she pulled onto her right hand. She then—with her gloved right hand—seized the other little gift Traci had brought her: one of two deposit cups in which to collect samples. She dashed back around to her chair, flopped herself down and resumed the ball tickling.

All three hearts in the room were pounding wildly. Well, two of them a bit more wildly than the other one. Heaving breaths shared the air. Traci was feeling a romantic impulse clouding her mind and her heart. She raised herself up higher on her knees. She waited and watched as Debbie adjusted the cup into a suitable position to catch the essence, then turned back to Steve, who was unleashing sweaty groans dripping with testosterone, and it was intoxicating Traci past words. Making sure she could still jerk and tug on him as effectively, she raised herself up to kneeling only on one knee, brought her face up to Steve's, and whispered a steamy "hey..."

Steve blinked rapidly as he turned to her, still panting and caterwauling, trying to focus on her with his vision. When he looked at her, Traci kicked all her inhibitions right through the door, whisper-breathed out three captifying words, "Kiss me, babe"...and ravenously latched onto his lips with hers.




It's Just Business



Their faces melted into one another. The lip-lock engulfed what was left of both their mental faculties and lit them both on fire. Debbie just had a couple of seconds to look up, see them and mouth the word WHOA! before they forced a monstrous orgasm out of him. Traci had climbed up onto the side of the chair with Steve on one knee, pressing as much as her body against as much of his as was possible. Her breasts seemed to harness their own power of movement and vigorously hug his arm. Steve was unable to think anymore. They had sent him as if shot from a canon into a heavenly dimension never explored by man. Traci's kissing him added an element of eroticism and romance to the equation, winding up his heart and letting it flutter like a kite. The combined sensations overwhelmed him, tossing and turning him like waves in a roaring sea. His right arm now snuggled between her breasts, his limbs quivering in a mixture of ecstasy and adoration, his lotion-caked penis quaking in her lotion-caked hand, his quickly draining balls tightened up and being driven crazy by Debbie's nails underneath, blasting spurt after spurt into the cup, which Debbie felt warming up in her right hand.

Traci in the meantime was finding herself more exhilarated than she thought he was. The reason she'd kissed him at first was to heighten the intensity and thrill of it all for him, not expecting this much out of the act herself, but as their lips remained magnetized together, their tongues love-burning each other, the intense thrill Traci was giving him grabbed hold of her and sucked her into its daze as well. A heady rush of warmth and giddiness swallowed her entire body. Several beads of sweat materialized on her skin at the same time as each part of her body touching Steve was set ablaze. Her lips and hand were glowing white-hot. She and Steve madly panted hot breaths into each other through all four trembling lips. Her nipples stood to attention and she involuntarily secreted, wetting herself in the process, the trickling sensation soon enough extending to her thighs.

Debbie couldn't believe it. They must have sucked fifteen spurts of love syrup out of him! She looked up. They were still kissing?

Deb sat watching them for several more minutes, beginning to find the entire performance rather entertaining. She knew Traci was a hopeless romantic who adored PDs of A, but she didn't imagine it going this far. She could almost see their hearts ramming through their chests. When it was all over and their lips finally mutually parted, Steve's head went straight back on the chair and he lost consciousness. Traci had been concentrating so much on Steve, she might have had her own orgasm, without touching herself once, and not even have been aware of it. All she knew now was that she was drowning in afterglow. Whether it was his or hers, she didn't know and she didn't care. She let her energy go as well and her head fell into Steve's chest. The otherwise very uncomfy position of bending her body over the chair's armrest—and Steve's forearm—bore zero significance whatsoever. Her left hand keeled on its side and fell asleep right along with them, but her right hand didn't want to ever let go of his warm, tender, velvety penis.

Debbie was looking at the two of them with an amazed expression. WOWie, she marveled, carefully lidding off Steve's urethra with the lip of the cup to slick up all of it she could. She could only figure Traci was out at a late-night party the previous evening that went so long she hardly got any sleep. Finally, she sat the cup on the table, rubbed the head of his shrinking penis dry with the excess of the towel hanging down on the chair, retrieved the cap for the receptacle, strategically affixing it with her left hand, picked it back up with her right, took Steve's hand and pressed his fingertips to the sides and bottom of it.

Then she retrieved her keys, grabbed the mat off the table, pushed it back out of the room trying to be quiet, silently turned the light off, and slipped away to run out the door and get a little fresh air, letting Steve and Traci enjoy a quick blissful couple of winks.

***

September 10th, 9:29 p.m.

Steve felt his eyes open, but couldn't make out recognizable shapes. It took a minute before his eyes properly adjusted. When they did, it was totally dark outside. The blind was still drawn in the room, and the lights were out. He started to move until he realized that he couldn't, and gradually felt the details of the situation return. And it was a little hard to tell in the dark, but he also thought he felt something relatively heavy on his chest that hadn't been there before. He reminded himself that he was tied up to the chair, and noticed that Traci had apparently fallen asleep on top of him. That's...strange, he mused.

Deb returned shortly herself, clicking on the light. Steve squeezed his eyes shut, temporarily stunned by it, and Debbie noticed that he had awakened, but Traci hadn't quite yet. Geez, just how late WAS she up partying last night? she wondered. She gave Traci a few light taps on the shoulder, and then when that didn't work, gently jostled her. Eventually, Traci finally stirred up to her awake state. Deb rested her palms on the table, leaning up against the edge of it, and gave Steve a cordial smile. She let Traci fully wake up, and when she came to and saw Steve and Deb looking at her, looked down at Steve's naked body and remembered everything herself, she realized her heart had liquefied and was now somewhere in her middle. She settled back down, slipped her arms around Steve's right arm and dropped her head on his shoulder.

"Well. D'you guys enjoy your nap?" asked Debbie.

Their mouths remained shut, but they emitted affirmative "mm-hmm"s.

Steve started to say something, yawned, and tried again. "I, uh-...I do kinda have to go to the restroom now. Can I, eh..." he gestured to his hands and feet.

"Oh, gosh, yeah! Of course!" Traci said, starting to untie him. Debbie halted her.

"Uh, hold on there just a minute, Trace."

"Huh?" they said.

"Before we do that, I just want to inform you of something, Steve," said Deb. "And that is, I've got both good news and bad news for you." He lifted his eyebrows attentively. "The good news is...we are prepared to offer you the job."

Job? For two seconds, he didn't remember what she was talking about. But once he did, his face filled with surprise which morphed into modest happiness and enthusiasm. "Yay!" said Traci, squeezing him extra tight. After a moment, though, Steve refocused on Deb. "Well, wait a minute, what's the bad news?"

"Well..." began Debbie, then paused for a moment, noticing the behavior now displayed before her. Her friend Traci was suddenly fourteen years old. She was hanging onto Steve like she thought he was going to vanish into thin air, nuzzling him, pecking him, caressing his torso, writing little "IYU" patterns in his chest hair. Deb lifted her eyebrow, unsure what exactly was going on. Steve wasn't entirely certain himself, but he had to admit that he was enjoying the affection.

"...Trace?" asked Debbie.

She opened her eyes. "Hm?"

"...Do you mind very much?"

Traci sat up, ceasing her saccharine devotion, settling for simply clasping Steve's hand.

"Well, Steve, the bad news is...I'm afraid that now we must be completely honest with you."

Traci's face morphed from infatuation to alarm.

"What does that mean?" asked Steve. "And, can you at least untie me long enough to go to the bathroom?"

Deb went into the bag and dug out the other deposit cup and handed it to Traci. "Here. There's your urine sample. Do that for him, would you, Trace?"

Steve looked from it back up to Debbie. "...Really?" he asked.

"Go ahead, Steve," she said. "You said you have to go, just go. Now, the bad news, I'm afraid, is that, well, a portion of this interview has actually been something of a ruse."

"Uh, Debs," Traci anxiously broke in, "I don't think he really needs to know about th—"

"No, no, no, wait a minute," interrupted Steve. "Needs to know about what? What ruse? Are you saying there's no job?"

"Oh, no, no, don't worry about that. I assure you, Steve, there IS a job, and I assure you, you have it."

"...Then what's the problem?"

"Well, remember how we told you part of this procedure's unorthodox, about having you show us your body?"

"Yeah..." He finishing. Traci gave her back the second receptacle.

"Well, that, along with extracting the sperm sample from you was actually..."

Traci felt her heart jump. She held up her now free right hand and tried to convey, Stop! with her face.

"...not really part of the interview."

At these six painful words, Traci winced and shut her eyes in anguish and lowered her face into her palm.

Steve blinked a few times, turning his head back and forth in disbelief. "Uh...how's that again??" he demanded.

"The rest of the interview was real," said Debbie, "You told me several times just how desperate you were to be employed, and like I told you, you're now employed with us—if you still wish to be. Having you remove your clothing and the sperm, that was, well, more just for us."

Traci made a squeaking sound beneath her hand. Steve's face now returned an indescribable expression. "A-..." He looked at Traci, then back at Debbie, then back again a few times. He was now trying to wrench himself out of the amazingly durable scarves again. "Are you KIDDING me?" he shouted.

All of a sudden, Traci felt horrible. She couldn't hold his hand anymore. She covered the other hand with her left hand, abruptly feeling like crying.

"Well...no. I'm sorry, Steve..." Debbie said awkwardly, "But that being said, we're going to need to ask you to, uh...keep this..." She indicated the cup into which they'd made him come. "...just between us, if you would."

For a moment, no one said anything. Steve made his hands into fists and tapped them down on the armrests as much as the restraints would allow. "What are you saying, that you...you did this to me, and now you expect me to just forget about it?"

"I don't expect you to be willing to forget it," said Deb. "But...you see this?" She showed him the medical glove. "I was holding the cup with this on, and once you fell asleep, I placed your fingerprints on it."

Traci whipped her head up from her hands and gawked at her, honestly oblivious to this part. "You what??" she said. "Debs, you didn't tell me that! That's not cool!"

"I'm sorry, guys," Debbie said to both of them. "But this is why I need you to remain mum about it, Steve. That's the other thing we lied to you about. Trace doesn't actually work here. I really do, but she doesn't. She works at a doctor's office."

Steve turned his unbelieving countenance to Traci, who had just winced again and dropped her head. "Oh, God," she mourned.

"She supplied me with all this, Steve: the scarves, the cups, the glove, everything."

Traci felt the tears coming on. "Oh, God!" she squealed, wanting to just melt into a puddle on the floor.

Again, a silence filled the next few seconds. "So..." said Steve, "Let me see if I have this straight. You were essentially using me...for some kinda weird freaky sex thing...that didn't have anything to do with the interview?"

"Well, it did show us that you have a good body, and gave us an idea of your workout skills," Debbie said. "And Steve, it pains me to tell you this, but this is the rest of the story. My sister, who really works here with me, is on vacation, and put me in charge of the interviewing for this position. And now that all the rest of that's out of the way, we'd like to persuade you to, as I said, refrain from bringing my sister, or anyone else, abreast of what really happened here."

Traci looked at her again. "'We?'" she questioned. "'WE?!' There's no 'we!' I didn't know about this!"

Ignoring Traci, Steve started to struggle with the scarves again. "Well, why shouldn't I tell anyone about it?" he demanded. "Why wouldn't I??"

Deb blinked innocently. "Oh, I really wasn't looking forward to this part," she said, looking at the floor. She looked at Steve again, taking a breath. "Because...I like you, Steve. I really do. I'm glad we'll be working together—if you still want to—but, fact is...my bare hands never touched your sperm cup, and...well, it does have your fingerprints on it, and your sperm in it, and I can't tell you how much it'd hurt and how much I'd hate to have to inform my sister if necessary that you were engaging in any sort of inappropriate sexual behavior, such as, eh..." She indicated the sperm cup again. "...masturbating in the women's restroom, for instance?"

She paused. Both Steve and Traci were now staring at Debbie with equally shocked expressions on their faces. Two seconds later, Traci leapt to her feet.

"You're blackmailing him??" she shouted. "Debbie, are you crazy? How the hell could you?! That's terrible!" She turned back to Steve and fell on her knees in front of him. "Steve, I didn't know anything about this, I swear!" She grabbed his hand. "Honest to God, believe me, I didn't!"

Steve couldn't tell which emotions he was feeling at this point. "I don't know what to believe anymore," he muttered.

Deb knelt in front of him as well. "Steve," she said softly with a gentle hint of a smile, "I'm sorry that we manip—"

Traci threw a glare at her.

"Uh, that I manipulated you like that," she corrected herself. "I thought it would be fun for all of us, but it turned out to be just kinda malicious of us—uh, me. And, um, there was one other thing w—I, lied to you about. You're actually the first person who responded to the ad." She dropped her eyes. She really actually felt genuinely more guilty and worse deceiving him about this than anything else. "The truth is, I was planning to hire you the whole time. We need a man around here, and well, you were the only one interested. And I knew there was something about you I liked from the moment you came in."

Steve was having an impossible time making eye contact with her. His voice lower now, he mumbled out, "You liked me so much you had to strip me, tie me up and jerk me off...because it was fun?"

Traci stopped feeling like a slime ball long enough to think of something and chime in. "Hey, wait a minute, Debbie. What if I were to tell Em what really happened?"

Debbie turned the same expression to her. "Oh, Trace, even if you had it in you to tell her that we did all this, and that you had your hands all over his penis, you know damn well she'd just immediately fire both of us," she said, gesturing to herself and Steve. "And you couldn't do that to Steve. He'd be out of work again and miserable, and you'd know that you caused it. You'd hate yourself. I was watching you guys when you were making out; you're clearly already enamored of him. No one can kiss like that without falling at least a little bit in love."

Steve turned to Traci in surprise. Traci looked back up adoringly into Steve's eyes and said, "Oh, God...she's right...I am."

Steve looked back into her eyes. They were filled with limerence.

"You're...in love with me?" he asked, an unplaceable expression on his face. "But you just met me three hours ago."

"It's no cause for alarm, Steve," said Debbie. "It's just the way she operates. Trust me, I've known Trace for a long time. Almost every guy she meets infatuates her. She's had more crushes than Neil Ward. It's not like she's gonna go all Fatal Attraction on you or anything. She's not crazy or psychotic at all, she's the nicest girl in the world."

"Well, yeah, but," said Traci, "You are the first guy I've ever given a handjob and kissed." She coyly dropped her eyes and blushed.

"Yes, well, Steve," continued Debbie, "I wasn't planning to include a girlfriend as part of your benefits, but I think I may have given you one anyway..." She chuckled, indicating Traci again snuggling up to him like a needy kitten. "...if you want her, that is."

Steve turned to Traci. Traci opened her eyes and looked straight up into his face. She said, "Yeah...Steve, I, uh...I know this is probably a kinda weird thing to ask after I, uh..." She giggled. "...well, stroked your cock and everything, but..." She paused shyly. "...could I maybe take you out to dinner or to a movie sometime? I'd really like to."

Steve didn't say anything for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, Debbie stepped in. "Well, maybe he just needs a little time to think about it. In the meantime, Steve...I really hope at some point you can forgive me for mistreating you like this, and if you do still want the job, it's totally yours. What do you say?"

This had obviously been one of the weirdest evenings of Steve's life, and he still wasn't a hundred percent sure what to make of it all. But if he weighed the pros against the cons, he had to concede that he'd be walking away with much more than he came here with three hours ago. He did still feel a little angry and wounded at being dishonestly lured in and womanhandled by them not totally willingly, and yet he was now holding a ticket to employment, albeit acquired under dubious circumstances, and had there been no orgasm involved, he likely would be feeling a lot more irate. Not to mention the fact that he was being hugged by a pretty girl with a cute smile who seemed very very interested in him. And yeah, it probably would feel strange dating her after already having been stroked to climax by her, but he thought he'd be able to get over that.

Two minutes later, he finally shrugged agreeably. "Okay," he said quietly.

Pause. "...Okay to which part?" asked Debbie.

"Okay to everything," he said matter-of-factly.

The girls were very relieved and happy to hear it. "Oh, good!" said Debbie. "Thank you so much, Steve. You're awesome."

"Can I PLEEEEASE untie him now, then?" Traci asked her impatiently.

"Ah, yes, that'd be a good idea," Debbie concurred good-naturedly. "Go ahead. And Steve, I guess if at any point you should need a little on-the-job discipline, I think I know how to handle that now," she giggled, slipping her fingers under his instep and tickling his foot one more time.

Fifteen minutes later, Steve was redressed, less formal and more relaxed now, shirt flowing free out of the slacks, top unbuttoned, sans tie, and he and Traci proceeded to make their way out. It was about an hour and a half to midnight, and both of them were feeling a little too fatigued to go out and do anything together tonight, but they'd exchanged contact information, so they'd work something out soon enough. Debbie had instructed Steve to be at the club at 11:00 Monday morning, and he'd meet Emily and they'd get things started. She was looking forward to a nice long night's sleep. She got everything together to take home with her and made sure the environment looked just as it had at 7:00. She adjourned to the entrance and watched out the front door as Steve walked Traci to her car, she stood up on tippy-toe, and they embraced and kissed.

Aw, how sweet, she thought. She gave them a few minutes while they each got in their cars, then once they had pulled out and left her line of sight, she left herself, locked the door and ambled back to her own car, enjoying the mild September breeze.

Gee, that had really been a lot of fun...but as successfully well as things had worked out...

...I think I'll let Em handle the interview next time, she thought with a nervous smile.



It's Just Business



The cab door opened and a long leg swung out, the black Chanel high heel clicking as it touched down on the concrete sidewalk. The long slender leg was just the beginning as a beautifully 5'8" slender brunette pulled her way out of the taxi and looked up at the impressive brownstone building. It was a beautiful building and she knew it well, thinking on the hospitality of the area as she walked up to the doorman.

"Hiya Jane, how're you doin' this morning?" said the athletic black doorman as he opened the way for the fast walking woman in the grey business suit and skirt.

"I'm doing well Johnny Lee! How're you this evening?" replied Jane with a smile, pulling a lock of hair out of her face as she walked into the lobby.

Her heels echoed especially loud as they hit the marble, alerting everyone to her presence as she walked to the elevator and pressed the up button. She adjusted her onyx Fossil vintage weekender satchel as she waited for the elevator, walking in as it came and watching the door close as she lit up the fourth floor button. She looked at herself in the mirror plated walls, admiring her long waist length chestnut hair and the way it complimented the ocean blue blouse peaking out of her grey Chanel jacket. She had a playful smile on her face as she pretended to model for a crowd, a fierce look in her eyes as she whipped off the glasses which matched her suit. While it all seemed a blur without the lenses she could tell how sexy she looked; but it wasn't enough for her to tell herself that. It needed to be from her.

The doors opened and she walked to the door at the end of the hall on her left, knocking on the solid wood. She waited and waited as she listened for any signs of movement inside the apartment.

'Ugh! Why does she have to dooo thiiiss?! I hate it when she makes me wait!' she thought to herself, not daring to whine aloud.

Finally, there was shuffling inside and when something thumped against the door Jane once again struck a pose. This time, however, it was a childish one where she bent closer to the peephole and made puppy dog eyes with her thumb in her mouth. There was the sound of a slightly wicked chuckle from the other side and a lock was undone before the door swung in, revealing a taller black haired woman in a tight black tee and red satin panties.

"Well look what the stork dropped on my doorstep. Get in here baby girl so I can get a diaper on you." the domineering woman said a little too loud, "Don't want you to make a mess in the hall."

Jane quickly looked both ways before running into the apartment, her cheeks aglow with shame and excitement. She looked over her shoulder at the barely clothed woman as she closed the door, unconsciously staring at the beautifully tight heart shaped butt, the obviously expensive red satin panties enhancing it's lusciousness.

"Why do you always have to embarrass me like that Vanes-" whined Jane before being interrupted.

"Bad baby, you know you're supposed to call me Mommy!" admonished Vanessa before giving a sharp slap to Jane's ass.

"Eep! Y-Yes Mommy!" Jane stammered as she was grabbed by the wrist and pulled into the second door on the left.

The room was a spacious 11' x 15' bedroom with a soft queen sized bed right in the middle of the far wall. While she already knew the room well, she took a look around and drank in all the furnishings; ranging from the large dresser to the right of the bed to the small flat screen standing on the table to her left. She was just getting her bearings when Vanessa gave her another yank and brought her a foot from the front of the bed.

The dominant raven haired woman stood in front of Jane and grabbed her chin with her right hand and looked into her quivering hazel eyes before whipping off her glasses. Tossing them on the bed she brought her face close to Jane's face so their lips were almost touching before she said, "Now let's get my baby girl out of those silly big girl cloths and into her birthday suit."

Jane couldn't help but shyly smile at the comment and she began to blush as her Mommy started to pull off the suit jacket. Her eyes followed the jacket as it was tossed to the side, but her chin was grabbed and her head was sharply pulled back to place where she saw those predatory jade eyes staring at her.

"Watch" was all Vanessa said.

Jane looked down and watched her Mommies nimble fingers undo the buttons on the ocean blue shirt, careful not to damage the fine silk material. With the last button undone the shirt was opened wide to see her tight belly under the powder blue lace bra which held up her cleavage.

A few seconds went by as they both looked at her encased breasts, and while Jane knew that her 32A's were not as impressive as her mommies more than ample bust she was not envious, seeing as she knew how to make them work to her advantage. As this thought passed through her mind her mommy pulled the shirt off, letting it fall to her feet, and unsnapped the bra.

Jane had barely enough time to recognize that her chest was bare when Vanessa started to reach for her side to undo the zipper of the skirt. She shivered at the sound of the teeth releasing and wiggled her waist allowing the lose material to fall next to her shirt and bra. She admired the beauty of the cloth's arrangement for a few seconds before looking up into those stunning jade eyes once more. She felt hypnotized by those strong confident eyes before they looked down and a cheshire cat smile spread across the raven haired beauties face. Immediately Jane realized what she was smiling at and blushed a deep red as she awaited her mommies comments, hoping to win her approval.

"Hm, some little girl is trying to impress me aren't they?" toyed Vanessa as she slowly crouched down to look at the flimsy lace panties wrapped around the submissive woman's waist.

The color and pattern matched the bra and she chuckled knowing that they were brand new. She placed her right hand on Jane's left cheek and squeezed the bare flesh, her grin widening as the fingers went all the way between the cheeks before meeting the material.

"Now, now, did my baby girl wear a thong like a big girl for me or some cute little boy who she has a crush on?" cooed the slightly older woman as she played with her little girl's rosebud through the material.

"I, um, I put them on for you Mommy! D-Don't you like them? All the guys at the firm were looking when I went to meet with Mr. Web-" stammered Jane before she was cut off.

"Do you honesty think I care what some little boys who not know the difference between their thumbs and their puny peckers think? But yes sweetie, they do look very pretty." cut in Vanessa as she hooked her finger around the inside of the material and pulled it out of her crack. "In fact, I think they are far too pretty to keep them on any longer. Seeing as you have all those accidents whenever I'm around."

She moved her finger up and down the material for a few seconds before deciding to yank it down just below Jane's knees, letting it fall of it's own free will. She looked at the slit in-between her babies thighs and kissed the soft smooth skin above the slowly wetting vulva. She breathed in the strong essence before standing up and whispering in Jane's ear, "It seems my baby was a good girl and made herself nice and smooth for Mommy."

With that she moved in close and kissed her, the passive girl allowing her mommy to push her tongue into her mouth, simply massaging it with her own. As the tongues danced and Jane became putty in Vanessa's hands, she was turned around so her back was to the bed. Vanessa broke the kiss off with a string of saliva connecting them for but a moment before it broke off.

"Oh God, thank you Mommy! I'm so glad you could see me at such short notice. I've just been so nervous with the big Weber case I've been assigned and now this guy Henry from the firm asked me out and I'm worried 'cause he caug-" Jane rambled before a finger was placed over her lips.

"I told you before baby girl. I don't give a shit about work or any new guy in your life, you came here to relax and be my baby girl. Other than that, I don't care and you're wasting my time." Mommy scolded harshly before giving the girl a strong shove on the shoulder, forcing the nude girl to fall onto the bed with a bounce.

Jane had a few seconds in a daze before feeling her legs be gently pried open and her mommy lay down between them, slowly running her fingers up and down her folds, massaging her now puffy lips.

'Oh my God! I needed this, I really did.' thought Jane as she writhed to the darker woman's touch, 'Oh, with that big Weber case and the way the partners are on top of me lately it can't be long until they make me a-Jesus that feels good!-junior partner.' 

"Now tell me baby, how do you want it?" asked Vanessa in a sultry voice, "Do you want me to just pet you, use my marvelous tongue, or should I strap on my favorite toy and fuck you better than any man ever could?"

"Oh, um, there all so goooood! I-I'd like just the petting and tongue. I've got dinner plans at Le Ch-OOOH!" she was saying before being interrupted by two fingers as they slipped inside her.

'Well that oughta keep her quiet for a while.' thought Vanessa as she pumped the fingers in and out while massaging the brunette's clit with her thumb. Her pace quickened and a rhythm started to develop, her fingers dripping wet while her little girl groaned and slightly ground her hips.

She watched her face as the rhythm increased and she could tell that while Jane was definitely enjoying herself, she still had a pensive look on her face. 'Well we're going to need to fix that now won't we.' was all she thought as she moved in closer to Jane's womanhood.

She pulled the sopping digits out of the burning slit and wrapped her mouth around it's entirety. As her tongue darted out and flicked the swollen lips and engorged clit her baby girl let out a beautiful moan which Vanessa found wonderfully delicious.

That wasn't enough for her though and while she continued to give Jane's sex a tongue lashing she started to move her right hand up and under her gyrating hips. The slick wet fingers moved between her cheeks and the index ran a circle around the tight hole for but a few seconds before it slipped inside her, producing a guttural moan which filled the entire room.

Unlike a few of the others little Janey had no qualms about her other hole being invaded, in fact Vanessa was nearly positive it was her biggest erogenous zone. She pumped the finger in rhythm to her tongue's manipulations and it was but a few moments before the hips were thrusting as hard as they could. After an extremely long and hot couple of minutes Jane's body spasmed as orgasm after orgasm washed over her.

When the submissive brunette stopped writhing she was truly exhausted and Vanessa took the time to stop and pull out, standing over her content little baby. She looked down at her finger and saw a slight brown stain at the tip as well as streaks all along it and without thinking she stuck it in her mouth and sucked it clean. It was a strong pungent taste but an occupational hazard she had become accustomed to.

Walking over to the dresser she opened the main door where she saw a bunch of large tuba-ware boxes, grabbing the one which had JANE written on the side in Sharpie marker. Dropping it near the bed she pulled off the top and looked inside seeing a changing mat, a bottle of powder, a half used box of baby wipes, a pacifier, a bottle, and two large white diapers.

"Oopsey! Looks like some little girl's almost out of diapers. You hear that baby girl?" she said looking up at Jane who was in a post climax state of bliss. "Do you understand what I mean when I say I have to buy you more diapers?"

Jane's only response was a gurgle and a nod of the head, but that was all Vanessa needed as she placed a single diaper as well as all the other supplies on the bed. She popped the pacifier into the babies mouth before lifting her legs and sliding the changing mat underneath her. As soon as that was done she opened and unfurled the diaper before once again lifting up the babies legs and placing it under her butt. However, before releasing her hold on the girl's ankles she unscrewed the bottle of powder and shook a good dusting onto the opened diaper and Jane's buns, which she rubbed it into. Upon lowering her legs Vanessa sprinkled a little more onto the babies crotch and gave it a quick rub before pulling the diapers front tight against it and fastened all four of the tabs. She checked for any leak holes before leaning over the girl and looked her in the eyes, noticing a consciousness in the hazel eyes and a content smile behind the pacifier.

"Come on now let's get you up. Is my little girl hungry?" she said and watched her shake her head before saying, "Thirsty then? Good, meet me in the kitchen. Just remember to only crawl when your in your diapees."

With that she grabbed the baby bottle and walked into the kitchen, enjoying the soft sounds of her big baby girl crawling behind her. She placed the bottle on the marble countertop for a moment as she helped Jane get onto the stool at the counter before picking it back up. She went to the fridge and pulled out a carton of two percent milk before closing it once more and resting both objects next to the sink.

The nipple was unscrewed quickly as the result of practiced movements and she filled it nearly to the brim before popping it in the microwave for a few seconds before screwing the nipple back on and testing the temperature with two drops to the wrist.

Practice had made perfect and the milk was the perfect temperature as she went up to the now infantile brunette and pulled the pacifier out. "Here comes the airplane sweetheart!" was all she said as she pushed the nipple between the content girl's lips.

Without any command Jane raised her arms and held the bottle with both hands just as a toddler would. Letting go Vanessa smiled at the girl before her for a little while, then turned and filled a glass of water before pouring a healthy amount of Benefiber. They stayed in the kitchen watching each other drink like it was a standoff straight out of a western, Vanessa breaking away only to wipe away some stray milk from Jane's mouth.

A few minutes passed before Jane finished the bottle and the empty sucking sounds rang through the kitchen until Vanessa yanked on the plastic, emitting a pop. "There's a good girl! Holding her baba so high like a big girl!" she cooed as she lowered her from the chair to the floor, allowing Jane to crawl behind her toward the couch in the connecting living room.

She sat on the cushiony material for a few seconds, just letting the feeling sink in before she picked the cute girl up from in front of her feet. The brunette was sat beside her before her head was laid on Vanessa's lap. It was a comfortable feeling for both of them as Jane snuggled into her warm bare thighs, and the domineering raven haired woman turned the DVD player to a disc of Sesame Street. It felt nice to be here with a person who did not need her care but simply chose to need it.

She petted the soft fresh smelling brown hair with her left while thinking of Jane and the years that had led her to this point, absently watching the program flashing in front of them. Her petting simpered up as her right hand snaked it's way into the top waistband of the smooth red panties, the material stretching to allow the hand entry. She slowly caressed her lips with her fingers and slipped the middle shallowly into her, moving faster to create that electric friction.

"Why should my baby be the only on to enjoy this time, after all it does work better when we both enjoy ourselves. Plus I think I deserve this. Oh god I've been needing this so bad!' she thought as her need started to increase. The fingers moved faster and the urge spiked when her baby moaned, probably knowing what went on behind her head, before she started to just rise toward orgasm.

Suddenly, a completely different kind of urge wracked her body and made her completely switch directions. Quickly she pulled her hand from between her thighs and gently lifted Jane's head from her legs, whispering an apology before slipping out from under her and cutting to the door behind them.

Once inside the bathroom she strode over to the toilet and lowered her panties to the top of her calf. Gently she lowered her rump to the toilet's seat, wiggling her hips so her cheeks were spread on the cool porcelain. She pushed her knees together and struck the thinker pose as she started to relax until a trickle started to become a stream.

Vanessa barely released her bladder when she looked up to see the barely open door swing wide and Jane crawl through into the bathroom, quizzically staring at her Mommy on the toilet. Her eyes opened as she realized what she had crawled in on, yet she slowly moved toward the surprised dark haired woman.

Vanessa was about to yell at Jane to get out of the bathroom and wait on the couch like a good girl to await her spanking before she realized she hadn't broken any rules. The door had not been closed and thereby allowed her baby to walk in without worry of a punishment. Jane's head was between her legs by this time and she was staring at the stream hitting the water with awe. This amazed Vanessa since it had been a while since Jane had wanted to change the game, especially in such a kinky way, and she wanted to see how far she could push this.

"You like what you see don't you little girl? You like to see how big girls like Mommy pee pee in the potty?" asked Vanessa in a tone that mixed sexy with demeaning.

Jane simply nodded as she stared hypnotized at her Mommies open womanhood as a blurry yellow jet spurted into the water beneath. The sight and sound was beautiful to her and while she had used the toilet just this morning it was a completely new experience to watch it up close.

"I love how cute you are right now! I bet you wanna go pee pee right now, don't you? You're just a baby though so you can just your diaper right now while you watch Mommy on the potty." toyed Vanessa as she stared down at the brunette baby between her legs.

Jane nodded absentmindedly as she moved closer between her Mommies well sculpted thighs in order to get a closer look. The smell was pungent but not strong, she obviously was drinking her water, and her nose was about to hit the stream when a hand cupped around her chin and raised her head. She looked into her jade eyes and saw a mix of amusement, lust, and what seemed to be love.

"Now be a good girl and pee pee in your diapee for me and Mommy'll let you watch something very special." cooed Vanessa as she looked her baby in the eyes, seeing her recognition.

Just as her own stream sputtered to a halt she could tell from the look on her babies face that another one had started. A state a near bliss flashed across the infantile woman's face as relief spread through her lower half as her loins were encased in the growing warmth. She leaned down and gave her a deep wet kiss, pulling back only when the brunette was done wetting herself.

"Thats a good girl!" Vanessa said in a sultry voice. "Now look down and watch Mommies present for you."

With that little Janey smiled and looked back between her legs, a look of aw lashing across it as her mommy started to bear down. A wet fart rang out in the bowl and a crackling sound was heard as a soft log slid out of the raven haired woman, breaking off only when the tip hit the water. Just as it plop into the water another began to slither out, which was thinner than the last but twice as long.

The smell of those and the next few ropes of poop assaulted her senses, yet her self regressed mind was amazed by how her mommy could use the "big girl" potty. She completely forgot that she had spent nearly twenty minutes on a toilet just like this yesterday. All of her being yearned for the ability do the exact thing she saw before her, and yet pas experiences had shown that even pull ups were impossible.