6 comments/ 50082 views/ 19 favorites Alana Takes One for the Team By: Nick Hill One morning, for reasons unknown, and unexplained to this day, my husband just cut me off financially, emotionally and sexually. He did it with no fanfare and delivered the message as if he were reading the phone book aloud. I asked him why? Was there trouble at his job? Was he ill? Was there something with his family? He said that he had just had enough and no longer wanted any part of me. I asked him if there was another woman and he again said no. I was confused and angry. He further said that there would be no divorce; that he wasn't going to give up half of his money to any woman. We would just go on living in the same house and speaking to each other as little as possible. He was always a serious man but he recently had grown more sullen. My guess was that he was sinking into a deep depression but we'll never know since the men in his family would never be caught dead in a therapist's office. In that instant I did a quick assessment and realized I didn't have the money to pay for a divorce. I could just leave him but there was no way that I was walking away from my kids. So I put on my big girl panties and decided that I would get myself into a better position and take action when I could. I figured the one thing I had was time since my husband was so arrogant he would never expect me to take a stand. Still, I tried to break through to him since, for all intents and purposes, he had been a decent husband. I also thought about our children who deserved to have an engaged father in their lives. But, at the moment, I had a larger problem. Although my husband was still handling the major household bills, I no longer received any money from him to run the house. When I confronted him about it his response was that I had taken enough time off raising the kids and it was about time that I started contributing. So as we lived like two ships passing in the night I started my job hunt. I also spent a good bit of time in the gym. I had been a casual attendee but now, with my future at stake, I was determined to gain every advantage over my competition. Plus, I figured that it would only be a matter of time before my husband took this perk from me as well so I might as well make use of it. In the weeks which followed I managed to get a handful of interviews and lose ten pounds. I also noticed the affect that the hundreds of lunges were having on my butt. Most days I could not sit down without cringing, but new firmness and roundness were becoming evident. My tummy was much tighter too. I had not had this flat a belly since before my first pregnancy. I began to joke with myself that if the job market didn't open up soon I could always find work as a stripper. On a daily basis I dug through every job board I could find and applied for any job that I had the remotest match to my skills. I submitted more than a hundred applications and got a few more phone interviews that went nowhere primarily because I had not worked in so long. Plus, I had limited experience. After college, and during the first years of my marriage, I worked as a court clerk in the county courthouse. That is also where I met my husband who was a public defender. I fought through the rejection and just kept applying. That stripper thing was getting closer to reality. Then I got my break. One of the employers that I interviewed with on the phone called me back for a second meeting, this time in person. I was surprised that the position I was called back for was as the administrative assistant for a sales team in a small import/export company. I had applied there on a whim even though I never worked in the commercial sector. Still, I wanted to make a good impression, although I wasn't sure that I could handle the job. I met first with Gloria, a saleswoman, who had been with the company since its beginning. It was apparent that her role was to break the ice with me. She came across as a hard worker but it also appeared that she worked hard to be one of the boys. She seemed impressed with my background, as scant as it was, and wasn't too hard on me for being out of the workforce for so long. She was clearly and advocate of women in the workplace and offered a lot of good advice. My second meeting was with Chris, the vice president of sales. We had an immediate chemistry. An hour interview went by in what seemed like ten minutes. We talked in depth about the expectations of the job and how I saw myself filling those duties. I don't know where I found the fearlessness, but my confident answers flowed like water. When we were done Chris stood, shook my hand and said that he would meet with Gloria and be back in touch. Three days later I got a call from the Human Resources office asking me to come in again. I had already worn my best business outfit so I went out and bought a navy blue business suit that fit me perfectly. I accessorized with a crisp, white blouse and a colorful scarf. I had to put it on a credit card but I figured if I was going to fail I would look good doing it. I sat down with Chris and Gloria and they went over my duties in great detail. I was surprised with the parallels I was finding with my court clerk days, so I became very comfortable that I could do the job. They both complimented me on my professionalism and the way I carried myself. They both made it clear that the international aspect of the business meant that this would not be a 9 to 5 position. I let them know that my children were grown and independent so that would not be an issue. Their offer was more than I anticipated so I had to bite my lip not to jump at it. Still, I could not see sleeping on it, so after a few more minutes of questions and conversation I graciously accepted the offer. I reported to work the following Monday and, after the typical HR indoctrination, I got into my new job. I caught on pretty quickly and everyone was pleased with my work. Helping my kids with their homework had kept me relatively current with technology so I was immediately productive. And, as it turned out, the hours weren't all that bad either although most nights I was in the office until 7. It was a fun place to work, and everyone was friendly, so it was an easy transition As time went on it became apparent that Gloria spent most of her time in the field visiting customers and prospects. The other salespeople were located around the country so most of my interaction with them was via phone and email, seeing them only if there were a sales meeting in the home office. Rounding out the company, there was an inside sales team and about a dozen or so support employees in the office. Chris was the only one I interacted with on a regular basis, but even he spent a good bit of time traveling. When he was in the office, though, we had a powerful symbiosis. It seemed as if I could anticipate his every request and our productivity was unparalleled. One day Chris informed me of a special project. He was to put together a new sales campaign to for a key customer that centered on a major expansion in the business that we did with them. The idea had germinated rather quickly and could result in a new contract that would be a major revenue source as well as raising the profile of our little company. There were only a few short weeks to pull things together before a presentation was to be made to their CEO. We got started immediately as there was a ton of research to do and collateral to create. The project quickly degenerated to work days that started before dawn and ended well after midnight. Chris and I camped out in his office and we frequently found ourselves in close proximity. One evening as he leaned over my shoulder to read what was on my screen I could feel his breath on my neck and the warmth of his body on my back and I was suddenly reminded just how long it was since I had been with a man. Late into another night he massaged my shoulders and it felt so good to have someone touch me that I almost let out a moan. I went home that night and masturbated myself to a ferocious orgasm. And I did it again the next night and every night following imagining Chris ravaging me over and over. The more time that we spent together the stronger my feelings for Chris became. The day of the presentation finally arrived and Len, the CEO of the company that we were presenting to, was due at the office. I arrived at work to find a festively wrapped gift bag from an exclusive lingerie shop at my desk. I felt myself blush as I untied the ribbons and peeked inside. There was a note inside the bag along with a pair of stockings and a garter belt. I pulled out the note and quickly stuffed the bag in my desk. I turned my attention to the note. It was from Chris. It said "Thanks for all the hard work and long nights. I could not have gotten the project done without you doing the legwork. And, by the way, you have great legs!" Wow! You could have knocked me over with a feather! Chris had no idea of my situation with my husband or my feelings for him. He had to be taking quite a chance or maybe he knew me quite well. So I decided to see where this would go. I retrieved the bag from my desk and, hiding it as best I could, I made my way to the ladies room and locked the door behind me. I sat there for a minute to catch my breath and wondered what I was getting into. I decided that my best years were passing me by and I needed to take a chance. I stood up and removed my jacket. I soon realized that my skirt was pretty form-fitting so I would need to remove that too. As I unzipped the skirt and began to slide it off my hips I remembered that all the late nights had impacted my ability to do laundry and, as such, I was wearing no panties under my pantyhose. I almost changed my mind but as I looked down at my legs I noticed a huge run in my pantyhose. "No turning back now," I thought. I stripped off my pantyhose and discarded them in the trash. I then clasped the garter belt and spun it around my waist so that the rose was in the front. What a beautiful, lacy garment it was and looking down at my naked pubic area made me wish I had the matching panties. And when I say "naked" I mean totally bare, not a single hair. One of the benefits of working was that I had money for a few niceties and I had recently indulged myself with a full body wax, including a Brazilian, so I was as bare as the day I was born. I then turned my attention to the stockings. I held them and admired how delicate they were. So light and wispy; they made my recently discarded pantyhose seem like wooly long johns. I gathered the first one up between my thumbs and forefingers and reached down to my right foot and slipped it on. I slowly smoothed up my leg and felt the rubbery material at the top hug my thigh. I repeated the process with my left leg and then stood up to admire myself in the mirror. I attached the garters and then slipped on my shoes. God! I looked and felt sexy. I heard some noise outside the ladies room and I realized the workday was beginning so I quickly put on my skirt and jacket and discarded the gift bag. I slipped out of the ladies room almost fearing that anyone that I encountered would know my little secret. When I got back to my desk I saw that Chris's office light was on. I picked up a pad and went to see if there was anything he needed. John from marketing was in with him going over last minute preparations for the presentation. Chris looked down at my legs and gave me a sly smile and a wink. This made me both blush and gush a little. I hoped the stocking tops would provide some absorbency as I sensed the wetness creeping down my thighs. Chris then said to me that he was taking Len to lunch after the meeting and he wanted me to come along to take notes to which I said "okay" and returned to my desk. About two hours later I heard applause and the conference room door burst open followed by smiling individuals slapping each other on the back and shaking hands. Chris saw Len out and returned to his office. I followed Chris inside and asked when we were leaving for lunch. He said that we were leaving immediately because we had a stop to make. I grabbed a notebook and my purse and followed him out of the building. In the car Chris explained that the presentation was a huge success and that he was close to closing the deal. He thanked me profusely for all of my hard work and dedication but that he had one more task that he needed help with. He also mentioned that Len had a particular Achilles heel and that he wanted to exploit it with his "secret weapon." With that we pulled off the boulevard and into the parking lot of a very exclusive dress shop. I wasn't quite sure that I understood what he meant and before I could ask him, he parked the car, got out, and headed to the shop door in a hurry. I jumped out and had to run to catch him. I tried again to ask him what he meant but my question went unheard. As we entered the shop Ruth, a 70 year-old, petite Jewish woman, whose claim to fame included dressing several Hollywood starlets for red carpet appearances, greeted us. Chris explained to Ruth that he wanted her to dress me in the most fabulous dress she had. That it should show all of my feminine wiles in the most elegantly stunning manner possible, and it had to be done right now. I was dumfounded. By the time I found my voice and began to protest Ruth had her hand in the small of my back guiding me firmly to the dressing room. "I know just the dress, the Armani" she exclaimed. "Sue, call Marie to do her hair and makeup" she ordered her assistant. When we reached the dressing room she told me to take off my suit and she disappeared. She soon returned holding a dress and found me still in my blouse. As loud as day she announced "I meant strip off all of your clothes. Take off your blouse and brassiere as well." I turned crimson as this was going to be the first of many times I would blush today. As I unbuttoned my blouse I admired the dress she was holding. It was a gorgeous silk dress in an elegant royal blue. It zippered completely up the front from the hemline to the bust line and was totally backless. There were three thin straps that crisscrossed the back and one attached to the neckline that looped around the neck. The open back and the deep-cut front made it all too clear that I would be unable to wear a bra with it so I took a deep breath, reached behind me and unclasped it freeing my breasts. Ruth handed me the now unzipped dress. I swished it behind me and looped the neck strap over my shoulders and reached to the hemline to engage the zipper. The dress was designed to hug me so I could only raise the zipper a couple of inches at a time for fear of damaging it. As I shimmied into it I thought to myself "This feels like an episode of 'I Love Lucy' meets 'The Twilight Zone.'" There were bra cups in the bodice that were lined with the same rubbery material as on my stocking tops and the effect it had on my nipples was exhilarating. The zipper rose only as high as the bottom of my breasts so my full cleavage was bared for all to leer at. There was a hook and eye clasp at the top of the zipper that secured all. When I did get it zipped the dress fit as though it were made exclusively for me. It was styled like a romper with a skirt and the waistline rode low on my hips. Every one of my curves was accentuated and, as tricky as it was to zipper, there was no discomfort at all, just a gentle, body-hugging snugness. Though, to be honest, there wasn't that much dress to be in contact with in the first place. As I looked at myself in the mirror though, I thought how the years and motherhood had been kind to me. "The garter belt has to go. It will show." She was right, of course. "Are the stockings 'stay-ups'?" she asked not waiting for a response. "They can stay. I like the color contrast." I whispered to her if I could get a pair of panties. Showing no discretion she explained at full volume that panties would show lines nor would a thong be an option as it would show a "whale's tail" which caused me to blush bright red again. I dutifully raised the hemline and unsnapped the garters. The dress just barely covered the lacy part of my stockings. I then reached behind me, unclasped the garter belt and carefully pulled it out. The dress looked so smooth now, like a second skin. The short skirt really accentuated my legs. I loved their definition and was proud that I had stuck it out with the gym. It was a lovely sight, and devastatingly sexy. Now I was beginning to get nervous. I heard Chris call out that we were going to be late and that caused my stomach to jump. Ruth shuttled me to a salon chair where Marie styled my hair and applied my makeup. Ruth disappeared again only to return with a pair of strappy, blue stiletto sandals that matched the dress perfectly. They were the daintiest shoes that I had ever seen. There was a strap accented by a gold chain across my toes and the gold chain accented strap for my ankle was attached to the side of the sole and put my feet on display. "Giuseppe Zanotti," Ruth said, as if I knew him from J.C. Penney. "The chain is real gold." As Ruth lifted my feet to slip them on I realized by the rush of cool air that I would need to be careful lest I expose myself. Marie finished my makeup and helped me out of the chair and onto my feet. The shoes were much taller than I was used to. I imagined myself tumbling off them, landing on my back, legs splayed open, my womanhood on display for all the world to see and I uncontrollably blushed again. I overheard the end of the conversation between Ruth and Chris as they settled the bill which came to over $2500. Ruth continued to tell me how good I looked; or, rather, how good she made me look. Chris carried the bag with my clothes as we left while I concentrated on remaining upright on my new shoes Back in the car I renewed my protest but Chris would have none of it. "I want to keep Len off balance," He said. "It's no big deal. He just likes to look anyway." I complained that Len might get the wrong idea. To which Chris responded, "That won't happen, Len is not like that." adding "Alana, I'm not asking you to do anything more than you want to do. But I have to be honest with you. We need this. If we don't close this deal it is not just my job, it is everybody's job." "But the dress cost $1,500. And the shoes...should we spend the money" I said weakly, grasping for a way out. The company will make a thousand times that," he replied. "We'll be regarded as heroes and I promise, if things do go that way, no one except you, me and Len will ever know. I'm not asking you to commit to doing anything." Just then we pulled up at the valet station of a much-storied steakhouse whose name I purposely will refrain from mentioning. I am sure those who have been there will recognize it and probably cite their favorite bit a folklore about it. The valet opened my door and I carefully slid out of the seat making a concerted effort to keep my knees together. Thank god that Chris drove an Escalade. The steakhouse is an old, stately restaurant that predated prohibition. I had only been there once before to attend a function that my husband had been invited to. It had two main rooms, the bar and the dining room. The bar room had a long mahogany bar and there were a combination of short and tall tables scattered about as well as a few small booths. The dining room was expansive with tables on main floor and along the perimeter was a raised platform on which circular booths were built. The booths along the wall were open semicircles large enough for four people. At the corners there were smaller, cozier booths with the tables set farther back and a padded bench seat almost encircling the table, designed for two people. The smaller opening also made it more secluded. All of the booths had high walls between them presumably to help keep conversations private. Alana Takes One for the Team We found Len at the bar sipping a Martini. "Hi Len, glad that you had the time to join us for lunch," said Chris. "Nonsense," Len replied, "We still have unfinished business after that wonderful presentation that you gave this morning." "Thank you,' answered Chris, "And with that let me introduce the star of our team, Alana. Alana did all of leg work to prepare the presentation." "Well she certainly has the legs for it!" said Len, as he looked me over from head to toe. (I giggled a little at the reprise of that joke.) I almost thought that he was going to ask me to turn around for him so that he could get a better look. "I love that dress. The office must have some dress code." I readily bushed again. Then he asked "Shall we have a drink." Chris offered: "The maître d' has our table ready. I'm sure we'll be more comfortable there." We all agreed. The maître d' placed Len's drink on a tray and guided us through the busy restaurant. I caught the attention of more than a few of the patrons and became very conscience of the fact that all that separated my body from dozens of pairs of prying eyes was a delicate piece of silk. As we threaded our way between the tables, I turned more than a few heads. We could have walked along the edges of the room but I think the maître d' wanted to give me maximum exposure. I must have looked like I had a sunburn as every inch of my skin was tingling with embarrassment. I noted that most of the patrons were men, but there were a few women. They were conspicuously all dressed in business attire with starched white blouses trying to act like their male counterparts. It must have pissed them off to no end that I was getting so much attention. We were led to a corner booth and the two gentlemen let me slide in first. Len and Chris were seated on either side of me, Len to my right and Chris to my left. As these booths were intended for two, we were squeezed in snugly, our bodies touching. I was so wound up from all that had taken place that the body heat from full body contact was driving me crazy. Hector, our waiter, arrived at our table to take our drink order and when he left the men began to discuss the terms of a deal. It was very interesting and I listened attentively. I would have been taking notes but Chris had me leave my notebook in the car. With nothing to keep me busy, and my extreme state of undress, I nervously kept sipping my wine. Hector immediately developed a liking for me (I mean who doesn't like a near-naked woman) so he was always hovering about and was all too ready to refill my wine glass as soon as it was empty. I think that he was looking for a big tip...if the tip was me. We ordered our lunch and when it arrived at the table Len's attention turned away from business and to me. We were soon laughing and sharing stories of our personal life. I tried not to overshare. We were having such a good time I steered away from conversation about my marital situation, as I didn't want to bring the table down. The effect of all this attention was my growing sexual arousal. I thought about the situation with the contract and resolved at that I would go along with whatever happened this afternoon. I imagined that at some point I would be alone with Len, and that would be okay as he was a charming guy. As this was going through my mind I imagined what the growing wet spot on the back of my dress would look like when we left the restaurant. Hector appeared again (I mean, were we his only table?) to take our dessert order. Chris ordered Cherries Jubilee for the table but emphasized to Hector to take his time. After more glasses of wine than I can remember I got a little woozy and laid my head back on the cushion just for a second. Almost immediately I felt a hand on my right thigh beginning to gently stroke me. This was followed by a hand on my left thigh. This felt so good and I again sensed now familiar welling up of juices in my pussy. Then Len and Chris each lifted one of my legs and draped them over their own knees causing my dress to roll up and spreading me open. I felt my juices drizzle down my butt crack and well up against my cheeks. Then the hand on my right reached the top of my stockings and drifted out onto bare skin. This caused me to jump a little but not as much as when his fingers began to stroke my pussy lips which separated readily. He inserted two fingers and began to massage my G-spot. His thumb went to work on my clit and I was building to a powerful orgasm. I suddenly felt my breasts relaxing and I gasped thinking that the clasp had given way to the strain. I then came to the realization that my zipper was descending on purpose, guided by Chris' determined hands. I was not expecting this, but I was determined to let things play out. Besides, I hadn't gotten any attention in months so my resistance was down. When the zipper was low enough, his fingers crept inside the cups and began to rub my breasts and tease my nipples in a most caring manner. I have to share that my nipples have always been on a direct line to my pussy, so when Chris's fingers began to dance across them I just succumbed to an explosive, shuddering orgasm that lasted half a minute or more. As I lay there catching my breath I felt my zipper resume its slow descent downward. When it reached the bottom I felt the two halves of my dress separate and the neck strap slipped from my shoulders. Lastly the dress was slid out from under my butt, and then it just disappeared. The two sets of hands returned their attention to my legs, massaging and caressing them, down my calves to my ankles. I felt the strap on my right foot get unbuckled then the hands on my left followed suit. It was then that their attention turned to my stockings. These two were intent on getting me completely naked in the middle of this busy restaurant! These two pairs of determined yet gentle hands slowly peeled the stockings from my trembling legs. The waiter picked that moment to show up with our coffee and dessert. His eyes opened wide as saucers as he ogled at the now nude woman at the table. He served the dessert and asked us if we needed anything else while staring at me the entire time. I was blushing once more as I instinctively attempted to cover my breasts with my hands. Chris dismissed Hector with a "Thank you but I think that we have everything that we need." After he left the attention turned back to me with Len leading the exploration, caressing and teasing my skin, exploring every hill and valley of my body. Len's lips met mine in a sensuous, wet kiss that made me just melt. We broke the kiss and Len picked up a spoon and began feeding the cherries to me...sort of. As the spoon neared my waiting mouth he "accidently" dripped the cherries down my chin and onto my breasts then leaned forward to lick it off. Another spoonful was offered to my waiting lips and then 'Oops!" I had a new mess on my chest that needed to be licked off. Chris joined the fun as this was repeated several more times and the more their tongues tangled with my nipples, the closer I got to an orgasm. I never came with just nipple play before but I was beginning to think it was entirely possible. I wouldn't find out this time as someone mercifully began rubbing my clit and I shuddered into another warm, earth-shattering orgasm. This time it came just as our waiter dropped by again to refill our coffee. I am sure that Hector was just waiting for an invitation to join us. Len suggested a "body shot" and dispatched our waiter for some "43." Hector left and returned in a flash. Len and Chris slid as far to the ends of the seat as possible and I lay down between them, legs on Len's lap, head on Chris'. The waiter leaned over the table and poured a sloppy shot into my belly button. Like a contortionist, Len leaned in and slurped it up. This was followed by a shot for Chris and then Len proceeded to lick my body clean working his way to my throbbing pussy. Disappointingly he only gave me a couple of licks for good measure then helped me to sit up again. By this time I was extremely horny and I could see that the boys were worked up as well. I reached over and unbuckled Len's belt and began to unclasp his trousers and he began to protest. But I told him that "What was good for the goose is good for the gander." Chris laughed and said "Alana's right." I retorted: "I hope that you remember that when it's your turn!" I turned my attention back to Len and soon had him unbuckled and started pushing his pants and boxers to the floor. I took hold of his rock-hard cock and began to caress and stroke it. I slid off the bench and onto the floor positioning myself on my knees between his legs. I slowly began to lick the length of his shaft then I took him fully into my mouth, bobbing on it like a wild woman. I was stroking him in rhythm with the dipping of my mouth, and deep-throating him every few strokes. My mind was racing but I became aware of the tablecloth tickling my butt and I remembered our tiny table. I could only imagine what was showing off to anyone close enough to see. I imagined my ten little toes, the soles of my feet, and a peek of my butt all in view. I know that I was lined up with the entrance to the booth. Then I thought about Hector lurking about. I was jolted back to reality as Len's cock stiffened and my mouth was flooded with his semen which I easily swallowed. I finally got to have my dessert. I continued to suck Len until he began to soften and then I turned my attention to Chris. I happily discovered that he had already unbuckled himself and I began to tug at his waistbands and was soon presented with the most beautiful penis I had ever seen. It could easily be described as "handsome." Nice girth, good length; It was near perfect. And Chris obviously groomed. Not bare, to make his cock look like a plucked chicken, but trimming away enough hair to accentuate his manhood. I stoked him a few times and then proceeded to lick and suck him. I quickened the pace and felt him begin to tighten. I removed him from my mouth to admire him once more and continued to stroke him toward the inevitable. I leaned forward again to return him to my mouth but mistimed it as he exploded. The first shot hit my hair. The second went up my nose. I finally capped the geyser with my mouth and giggled uncontrollably as I swallowed. After the pulsing of his orgasm subsided, I reappeared in the seat still giggling. Len and Chris joined in when they saw my predicament. And as I turned and settled into my seat our ever-present waiter immediately offered me a towel. Chris asked for the check then he leaned in toward me with his hand on my back (which reinforced the fact that I was still naked) and whispered to me that we were driving Len back to his hotel. He followed that with "You're doing great." I blushed at his words. Chris stepped away from the table and spoke to our waiter. He came back to say that he was going to get the car and that we should follow the waiter to the back door. Len draped my dress around me with only the neck strap holding it up. Remembering the difficulties I encountered trying to zip the dress at Ruth's, and not wanting to give the remaining restaurant goers a show, I held the dress together and slipped into my shoes without buckling them. We walked along the short wall of the dining room to the kitchen where Hector guided us to the back door. With each step my dress gapped open as I stumbled along in my unstrapped shoes. We reached the back door and I gave Hector a kiss on the cheek. Chris pulled up and Len opened the back door for me to climb in. Before we even started moving Len reached for my dress and soon had me naked again. He pushed me to a reclining position and went down on me. He expertly tongued my pussy and asshole and then went to work on my clit. As an orgasm hit me I screamed out in ecstasy, which I had been wanting to do all afternoon. Len the paused to unbuckle and slide his pants down. He then moved into position to enter me but I stopped him. He sheepishly admitted that he had a condom but had gotten carried away. I told him I knew what he wanted and not to worry. I was on the pill and I too wanted to feel his bare cock. But I had other ideas about the position. With that I pushed him back upright, straddled him and slowly impaled myself deeply on his manhood, savoring every inch, painfully aware of what I've been missing. As I bounced up and down I wondered just how tinted the windows were. After a while I got off Len's lap and turned so that I was facing forward and again filled my pussy with his cock and got back into the rhythm. I leaned over the front seat as Len took over and essentially started doing me doggy style. Chris took advantage of this and began to tease my breasts as they hung over the seat which gave me a mini orgasm. As we pulled into the parking lot Len reached the point of no return and flooded my pussy with his warm, sticky cum. We navigated the parking lot and Chris dropped Len and me off at door. After the struggle I had at the restaurant I didn't bother with the shoes and left them in the Escalade. I emerged from the backseat leaving a trail of cum, still naked. Len draped the dress over me again. This time I didn't even bother holding it closed and padded past the bellhops and through the lobby. The neck strap essentially let the blue silk hang straight down and basically provided cover for just my butt. Len guided me to the glass elevators. I was no longer blushing at every turn. Having a cock inside me after so long seemed to be just what the doctor ordered. When the elevator door opened I shrugged off the dress, turned toward him and jumped on him wrapping my legs around his back and my arms around his neck. Our lips met in a full-on tongue kiss as he pinned me against the back wall of the glass elevator. I was an animal in heat and just wanted to be fucked again. We reached Len's floor and rushed down the hall to his room. As he fumbled for his key I heard a door open. Even though I had been publically naked most of the afternoon, and just strutted through the lobby, I still felt the instinct to hide and, if this was me from four hours ago naked in a hallway, I would have pressed myself into the doorway to try to become invisible. Instead, I just stood there in the open and giggled as a man exited his room and headed to the elevator, oblivious to what he just missed. The key finally triggered the lock and we burst into the room causing the door to wedge against the closet and remain wide open. Len turned to close it but I just grabbed him and stripped his pants straight down to his ankles. I don't even think I unbuckled them. I was pleased to see him hard again. It was clear that he was enjoying this as much as I was. I turned and bent over desk (which was in line with the door) and Len entered my pussy and began long, slow strokes. I needed more and screamed out "Faster, faster." Len had other ideas. His fingers started toying with my asshole, first just lightly circling the area, then probing a little and before long I felt a finger pop inside soon joined by a second. He then removed his fingers from my asshole and in one quick motion pulled out of my pussy and pushed right into my asshole. I was so well prepared he went straight in to the hilt with no resistance whatsoever. I could feel his cock rubbing my G-spot and that stimulated me to a squirting orgasm which caused my knees to buckle. I was thankful that the desk was supporting me as my legs turned to rubber. I shuddered though the waves of pleasure that washed over me. The orgasm had the opposite effect on my sphincter which clenched around Len's cock and he came fast and hard. When all the motion stopped, Len withdrew from my asshole and I just lay there across the desk basking in the glow. I felt Len's cum drizzle out of me. I heard the door to the room close which jarred me from my fantasy world. I stood and turned to find Chris with a huge smile on his face, standing there holding the bag with clothes. He offered it to me and said "I thought that you may need these." I noticed in his other hand he had recovered the now notorious blue dress. I figured that he was going to keep it. Len offered his bathroom for me to clean up. I took a quick shower which renewed me. I put on my original clothes and shoes and cursed that I still had no panties and, this time, no stockings either to catch the juices dripping from my pussy as they ran down my legs. I returned to room to find Len and Chris laughing and sipping a scotch. They offered me a drink but I declined. Len thanked Chris for a wonderful afternoon and then turned to me and he expressed great delight in meeting me. He added that he looked forward to our burgeoning business relationship. As we turned to leave I noticed my stockings laid on the bed and I figured that Len had himself a souvenir. Chris and I made our way back through the lobby. A couple of people stopped to look at me but I am not sure they were certain that they recognized me. On the ride back to office I asked "Did we get the deal?" A big smile came across Chris' face and he replied exuberantly "Why yes we did!" I followed up and asked: "Did you tell me the truth?" Chris turned a little sheepish and said "Maybe the situation wasn't as dire as I led you to believe, but the deal was very important to the company. Are you mad at me?" I said "No, I'm not." Chris then asked "Did I force you into doing something that you didn't want to do?" Again I answered "No." Then I added: "Today I did things I would never have done in a million years. I had butterflies in my stomach the entire day. But in the end I am glad that I did what I did. I feel like I have broken through a barrier, and that everything is going to be okay. You have no idea what a difference you have made in my life." Chris said "Well I want to thank you. You were spectacular. Not just today, but through the entire project. I can't tell you enough how pleased we are to have you working for us. And, as I mentioned earlier, no one will ever know what took place today." And he added as we pulled into the office parking lot: "Please take tomorrow off and do something nice for yourself." When he pulled into a space he pulled two hundred dollar bills from his wallet and handed them to me saying "Treat yourself to a massage." Chris walked me to my car and gave me a kiss. He held my door for me as I got in and waved to me as I drove off. As I drove home I felt disappointed that I didn't get to feel that gorgeous cock of Chris' in my pussy. But something told me that the adventure was just beginning and that there would be many opportunities in the future. I returned to work after my mini holiday to find the dress at my desk in a drycleaner's bag. I also found a shopping bag with the sandals in it. There was also a card from Chris. Inside was a company check in the amount of $5,000 with the notation "Instant Bonus." Inside the card Chris had written "Thank you for a job well done. Perhaps we can go to diner this weekend. You don't have to worry about having something to wear!" As I said, many opportunities in the future...